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"But don't they? I thought Miss Bullen was running a sort of model farm."

He said nothing. Evidently he did not want to talk any more about the Waters Farm Settlement, but she could tell by the look on his face that he was thinking a lot. She felt awkward and tried to find another topic.

"Is that Doleham village over there?"

"Yes, that's the village. But we don't actually pass through it. The Manor's on the other road."

A new set of thoughts and feelings had started working in her. She hesitated. It might not be wise to ask him now to do any more for her than he was doing. She mustn't upset him by seeming to encroach. Yet, if she didn't send Michael that postcard today she might not be able to do so till next week; and though time and distance meant nothing to him, they meant a lot to her. She would risk it.

"I wonder—I wonder if it would be taking you very much out of your way if we did pass through . . . by the post office, I mean. Does it make the run much longer?"

"Not more than a couple of miles, and it wouldn't matter if it was twenty. This car goes on farm petrol."