"
"Wouldn't it be a good thing, at some stage or other, to plant the
peas?"
"Yes, it would; but you can't do it as simply as all that, can you?
Isn't there something highly agricultural that you must do first?"
"I should chuck 'em in and chance it."
"A nice farmer you'd make," she said scornfully. "I'm remembering it
now. It's got something to do with drills."
"Like the Volunteers?"
"No, not a bit like the Volunteers."
"Well, then, like potatoes."
"Yes, more like potatoes, except that they're peas in this case."
"How true," I said.
"Yes. And don't forget that while you were away we formed a League
of Honour in the village and bound ourselves to observe the FOOD
CONTROLLER'S rations."
"Am I a member?"
"Yes, we thought you'd like to be one, so I gave your name in."
"I think a man must pledge his own honour. He can't have it done for
him."
"There's no public ceremony. You can just pledge yourself in your
mind, and then put a pledge card in one of the windows."
"I'll have tea first," I said, "and then I'll choose the window, and
then I'll pledge myself in my mind.
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