"Hallo, there you are," said Simpson. "Do help me; I shall be mobbed in a moment. It's the mothers. They think the whole thing is a scheme for stealing their children's boots. Can't you start a race for them?"
"You never ought to go about without somebody. Where's Thomas?"
"He's playing rounders. He scored a rounder by himself just now from an overthrow, but we shall hear about it at dinner. Look here, there's a game called 'Twos and Threes.' Couldn't you start the mothers at that? You stand in twos, and whenever anyone stands in front of the two then the person behind the two runs away."
"Are you sure?"
"What do you mean?" said Simpson.
"It sounds too exciting to be true. I can't believe it."
"Go on, there's a good chap. They'll know how to play all right."
"Oh, very well. Do they take their boots off first or not?"
Twos and Threes was a great success.
I found that I had quite a FLAIR for the game. I seemed to take to it naturally.