407 John Bull's daughters Diana drives the tractor Phyllis milks the cows Mary hoes the turnips— John Bull stands amazed! Bless my soul! Maidens in breeches! 'Tis too heavy work for the pretty dears. But the pretty dears can't stop to explain. They're busy. The green fields of England must be ploughed; the seed must be sown. From dawn to dusk in byre and dairy and on the far ten acre field, the land girls, suntanned, and blown by the free winds, tend and husband the generous acres of this free land.