owever.
She was staring at the woods, which shone in the glow now steadily
creeping up the hill, and Hastings thought she was protesting from the
scenery point of view.
"Well, the Government must have the wood," he said, with resignation.
"We've got to win the war. But it does seem a pity."
"I don't know that I should have taken the farm," she said, under her
breath--
"If you had known? I wish I'd thought to tell you. But it was really only
settled a few days ago."
"I don't like having a lot of strange men about the farm," she said
abruptly, "especially when I have girls to look after."
"Oh, the camp's a long way from the farm," he said consolingly. "And
these woods will come last."
Still Miss Henderson's face did not quite recover its cheerfulness. She
looked at her watch.
"Don't let me keep you, Mr. Hastings. I'll lock up the house, if you'll
tell me where to leave the key."
He showed her where to put it, in a corner of the stable, for him to find
on the morrow. Then, in her rapid way, Miss Henderson offered him the
post of bailiff on the farm, from the date of her entry. He agreed at
once; his salary was settled, and he departed with a more cheerful aspect
than when he arrived. The hopefulness and spring of youth had long since
left him, and he had dreaded the new experience of this first meeting
with a woman-farmer, from whom he desired employment simply because he
was very badly off, he was getting old, and Mr. Wellin's widow had
treated him shabbily. He had lost his nerve for new ventures. But Miss
Henderson had made things easy. She had struck him as considerate and
sensible--a "good sort." He would do his best for her.
Rachel Henderson, left to herself, did not immediately re-enter the
house. She went with a face on which the cloud still rested to look at
the well which was to be found under the cart-shed, at the eastern end of
the house.
It was covered with a wooden lid which she removed. Under the shed roof
there was but little light left. A faint gleam showed the level of the
water, which, owing to the long drought, was very low. Hastings had told
her that the well was extremely deep---150 feet at least, and
inexhaustible. The water was chalky but good. It would have to be pumped
up every morning for the supply of the house and stables.
The well had a brick margin. Rachel sat down upon it, her eyes upon that
distant gleam below. The dusk was fast possessing itself of all the farm,
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