We shall see.' 'Dorothy, my dear child, are you not tired ?' said Lady Racial.

'You are very hot.' 'Yes, that's because Rose would tear along the road to get here in time, after we had left those tiresome Copping people, where she had to make a call.

"What a slow little beast your pony is, Dorry!"-- she said that at least twenty times.' 'Oh, you naughty puss!' cried Rose.

'Wasn't it, "Rosey, Rosey, I'm sure we shall be too late, and shan't see a thing: do come along as hard as you can" ?' 'I 'm sure it was not,' Miss Dorothy retorted, with the large eyes of innocence.

'You said you wanted to see Nick Frim keeping the wicket, and Ferdinand Laxley bowl.