"First to get _the_ score of the season at cricket, and bowl out about half the other side, and then go to tea with the head-master.

Upon my word! Why any of us poor wretches would give our two ears for such distinctions.
Talk of curse indeed! Fiddlestick end!" But Eric's sorrow lay too deep for chaff, and only answering with a sigh, he went to dress for tea.
Just before tea-time Duncan, and Montagu strolled in together.

"How splendidly Eric played," said Duncan.
"Yes, indeed.

I'm so glad.

By the bye, I must see about getting a new bat.