So Miss Batchelor, sitting by the shore of the great ocean of Truth, began by throwing stones aimlessly about; and other people (being without sin) picked them up and aimed them at Mrs.Nevill Tyson.

Sometimes they hit her, but more often they missed.

They were clumsy.

Then Miss Batchelor joined in; and, because she found that she was more skillful than the rest, she began, first to take a languid interest in the game, then to play as if her life depended on it.

She aimed with mathematical precision, picking out all the tiny difficult places that other people missed or grazed.