"Good man."
"May I have my sixpence back?" I said. "You haven't bent it or anything, have you? Thanks."
As the whole pavilion seemed to be full of people putting on their pads in order to go in first, I wandered outside. There I met Myra.
"Hallo, we're in," I said. "Come and sit on the roller with me, and I'll tell you all about Jayes."
"Can't for a moment. Do go and make yourself pleasant to Dahlia Blair. She's just come."
"Do you think she'd be interested in Jayes? I mean the Leicestershire cricketer, not the disinfectant. Oh, all right, then, I won't."
I wandered over to the deck-chairs, and exchanged greetings with Miss Blair.
"I have been asked to make myself pleasant," I said. "I suppose that means telling you all about everybody, doesn't it?"
"Yes, please."
"Well, we're in, as you see. That's the Vicar leading his team out. He's no player really—one of the 'among others we noticed.' But he's a good father, and we've borrowed two offsprings from him. Here comes Archie and Wilks. Wilks drove you from the station, I expect?"