'MY DEAR DEZZY--There are such queer things going on in this
queer house! Yesterday Broomie gave warning, and father
barricaded the park gates, and was perfectly mad, and
determined not to listen to anybody. In the middle of the night
he and Forest took the barricade down, and to-day, Broomie is
to be not only secretary, but land-agent, and anything else she
pleases--queen, in fact, of all she surveys--including me. But
I am bound to say she had been very decent to me over it all.
She _wants_ me to do some of the housekeeping--and she has
actually made father consent to my helping at the hospital
every afternoon. Of course I am awfully glad about that. I
shall bicycle over.
'But all the same it is very odd, and perhaps you and I had
better consider what it _may_ mean. I know from Broomie herself
that she gave notice yesterday--and now she is going to stay.
And I know from Forest that father called him up when it was
quite dark, between three and four in the morning--Mrs. Forest
thought the Germans had come when she heard the knocking--and
asked him to come with him and undo the gates. Forest told me
that _he_ would have had nothing whatever to do with closing
them, nor with anything 'agin the Government! He's a staunch
old soul, is Forest. So when father told him what he wanted, he
didn't know what to make of it. However, they both groped their
way through the fog, which was thick on the other side of the
park, and set to at the gates. Forest says it was an awful
business to get everything cleared away. Father and Gregson had
made an uncommonly good job of it. If Gregson had put in work
like that on his own hedges and gates, Forest says he mightn't
have been kicked out! It took them ages getting the barbed
wire cleared away, because they hadn't any proper nippers.
Father took off his coat, and worked like a navvy, and Forest
hoisted him up to get at the wire along the wall. Forest says
he was determined to leave nothing! "And I believe, Miss, the
Squire was very glad of the fog--because there couldn't be any
one prying around."
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