 Dreaming about invasion. Well, you dream about something else. Dream about that field you got to plow. That field ought to have been plowed two weeks ago. It would have been, too, if you men hadn't gotten up this gub-dumb foolishness forming that crazy brigade. But you men who ought to be looking after your farms. What a waste of a lot of time on making fools of yourself over this crazy war talks more than a sensible woman can fathom. Oh, they are coming.