"I am going to stay right away till the birds.

And as Lane says I ain't to have any birds unless I field at long-leg, I am going to field at long-leg." "Splendid!" cried Claudia, clapping her hands; "Sir Roderick Ayre at a rustic cricket-match! Mr.Morewood shall sketch you." "I've had enough of sketching just now," said Morewood.

Ayre and Eugene looked up.

Morewood nodded slightly.
"Where's Stafford ?" asked Ayre.
"In his room--at work, I suppose.

He put off my sitting." "Never mind Father Stafford," said Claudia decisively.