But why had she coupled the names of Captain Holiday and Colonel Fielding as if they were the names uppermost in her thoughts?
How oddly, how aptly she'd slipped out that Colonel Fielding! Could she—could she have been "thinking of him." ...
Oh!
How could I think such a lunatic thing! In spite of all I'd threatened of her getting "tamed" one day!
Not Elizabeth. Anybody else, but Elizabeth—No!
I was sure of that.
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No sooner had Peggy brought in to our forewoman that illuminated invitation to the wounded soldiers' concert than there was little talk of anything else in the Land Girls' camp.
The questions of the hour were who would sing; what they'd sing; what refreshments would be offered; which of the boys was going to make the best "girl," varied with which of us girls could dress up as the best "boy"—given, unanimously, for "Mop," as they called Elizabeth.
These things were discussed in twenty voices before the farm-girls and the timber-gang set out for work in the morning, and after they returned in the evening.