In the "Manchester Guardian" one of the land girls has been giving a account of her day's work. She begins at 7. serving breakfast to 10 calves all a month old. who having been weaned must now be taught to drink from a pail, "clumsy. foolish creatures, at first the pail means nothing to them and they nuzzle me or even send me flying head over heels. Then the cows. all carefully rationed, have to be fed. end the hens. and the stables tidied up. Then comes the real work of the day, to help in the draining of "a nasty two-acre bit." the digging. my job is to put in the Ths, boss and the foreman are doing tiles, and then bush up with hedge trimmings to within nine inches of the top, and finally throw back the sodden clay heaped on the edge Today I have been throwing in clay all dày. yard after heavy back-breaking yard of it, almost every forkful having to be dragged off the fork with my boot, and then prodded off my boot with the fork!
This goes on till four. when the calves. cows and chickens have to be fed again and the cows milked, and all the end-of-the-day odd jobs to be put through. Like many town-
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