It was addressed to Mrs Simpkins.
We honourably only looked at the address, although it is allowed by the rules of honourableness to read postcards that come to your house if you like, even if they are not for you.
After a heated discussion, Alice and Oswald said they were not afraid, whoever was, and they retraced their steps, Alice holding the postcard right way up, so that we should not look at the lettery part of it, but only the address.
With quickly-beating heart, but outwardly unmoved, they walked up to the white cottage door.
It opened with a bang when we knocked.
'Well ?' Mrs Simpkins said, and I think she said it what people in books call 'sourly'.
Oswald said, 'We are very, very sorry we spoiled your turnips, and we will ask my father to try and make it up to you some other way.' She muttered something about not wanting to be beholden to anybody.
'We came back,' Oswald went on, with his always unruffled politeness, 'because the postman gave us a postcard in mistake with our letters, and it is addressed to you.' 'We haven't read it,' Alice said quickly.

I think she needn't have said that.

Of course we hadn't.

But perhaps girls know better than we do what women are likely to think you capable of.
The soldier's mother took the postcard (she snatched it really, but 'took' is a kinder word, considering everything) and she looked at the address a long time.

Then she turned it over and read what was on the back.