And, oh! you know something you said about Drummond Forth.' 'Now, shall I tell upon you ?' said Rose.
'No, don't!' hastily replied the little woman, blushing.

And the cavaliers laughed out, and the ladies smiled, and Dorothy added: 'It isn't much, after all.' 'Then, come; let's have it, or I shall be jealous,' said the Squire.
'Shall I tell ?' Rose asked slily.
'It 's unfair to betray one of your sex, Rose,' remarked the sweetly-smiling lady.
'Yes, Lady Racial--mayn't a woman have secrets ?' Dorothy put it with great natural earnestness, and they all laughed aloud.

'But I know a secret of Rosey's,' continued Miss Dorothy, 'and if she tells upon me, I shall tell upon her.' 'They're out!' cried Rose, pointing her whip at the wickets.

'Good night to Beckley! Tom Copping 's run out.' Questions as to how it was done passed from mouth to mouth.

Questions as to whether it was fair sprang from Tom's friends, and that a doubt existed was certain: the whole field was seen converging toward the two umpires.
Farmer Broadmead for Fallow field, Master Nat Hodges for Beckley.
It really is a mercy there's some change in the game,' said Mrs.Shorne, waving her parasol.