'So useful in the case of a war or anything, said Paul.
'Do you think so? D'you really and truly think so? That there's going to be another war, I mean?
'Yes, I'm sure of it; aren't you?
'Yes, of course. I'm sure of it too. And that awful bread, and people coming on to one's own land and telling one what one's to do with one's own butter and milk, and commandeering one's horses! Oh, yes all over again! My wife shot her hunters rather than let them go to the army. And girls in breeches on all the farms! All over again! Who do you think it will be this time?
'The Americans, said Paul stoutly.
'No, indeed, I hope not. We had German prisoners on two of the farms. That wasn't so bad, but if they start putting Americans on my land, I'll just refilse to stand it. My daughter brought an American down to luncheon the other day, and, do you know…?
'Dig it and dung it, said Lady Circumference. 'Only it's got to be dug deep, mind. Now how did your calceolarias do last year?
'I really have no idea, said the Doctor. 'Flossie, how did our calceolarias do?
'Lovely, said Flossie.
'I don't believe a word of it, said Lady Circumference. 'Nobody's calceolarias did well last year.