"I'm going to write a letter to Miss Falkner," she said. "You go on playing without me."
"Bumps can't bowl," complained Jack; "she throws the ball up into the sky as if she's aiming at the sun."
"I'll bat," suggested Bumps cheerfully.
"Yes, and I'll put you out, first bowl. There you are, you little stupid!"
Bumps stared blankly at her wicket, then at Jack.
"What shall we do next?" she inquired.
"We'll have a paper chase," suggested Jack, who was never at a loss.
"And where shall we get the paper?" asked Bumps in great glee at the prospect.
"Oh, come on into the house. We'll find it somewhere."