By the way, how are the `kids' in your house getting on ?" "The `kids' are getting on very well, I fancy," said the captain.
"They've a match with the Parrett's juniors fixed already, and mean to challenge the schoolhouse too, I fancy." "I say, that's coming it rather strong," said Wyndham, half incredulously.
"It's a fact, though," said Riddell, "and what's more, I have it on Parrett's authority that they are getting to play very well together, and any eleven that plays them will have to look out for itself if it is to beat them." "Ho, ho! I guess our fellows will be able to manage that.

Of course, you know, if I'm in the second-eleven, I shan't be able to play with my house juniors." "That will be a calamity!" said Riddell, laughing, as he began to get out his books and settle himself for the evening's work.
Despite all the boy's juvenile conceit and self-assurance, Riddell rejoiced to find him grown enthusiastic about anything so harmless as cricket.

Wyndham had been working hard the last week or so in a double sense--working hard not only at cricket, but in striving to act up to the better resolutions which, with Riddell's help, he had formed.

And he had succeeded so far in both.

Indeed, the cricket had helped the good resolutions, and the good resolutions had helped the cricket.