At the end of the second period Brimfield trotted away to the gymnasium dazed and tired of brain, with the score 7 to 0 against her.
The surprising thing about the visitors was that they played as though they were just having an afternoon of good fun.

They romped, like boys playing leap-frog or follow-my-leader.

They romped up the field and they romped down the field and, incidentally, over and through and around their opponents.

And the more care-free and happy Canterbury became, the more anxious and laboured grew Brimfield.

The Maroon-and-Grey reminded one of a very staid and serious middle-aged party with a grave duty to perform trying to restrain the spirited antics of a small boy with no sense of decorum! When the second half began, Canterbury added insult to injury.