Then he laid on and made his six inches eight, and his eight ten, and landed so much in front of Dicky amid cheers which, if the clouds had been a little lower, would have assuredly brought on a shower.
One score to us! I was sorry for Dicky, but it couldn't be helped.
"It's your fault," said he, "the brandy-balls did it.

I took one, you know; never mind.

I say, look at your kids!" The "kids" in question had finished the brandy-balls, and, resenting my desertion, had decided to follow me into the open.

As I had reached it by swarming over the front of the stand and dropping a foot or so on to the earth, they naturally selected that route as most suitable for them.
They had half accomplished it, to the extent of getting over the edge of the low parapet and beginning to lower themselves on the outside, when Mamie's frock caught in a nail, which suspended her between heaven and earth, while Gladys, in her uncertainty whether to scream or assist, had toppled to the ground all of a heap, and solved the difficulty that way.

Their screeches almost put our loyal cheers to the blush, and when I rushed up to extricate the one and pick up the other, I was in the centre of a hullaballoo which almost threatened to wreck the Sports.
How they quieted down I know not.