“Mummie, Miss Wade says there’s a gentleman staying here who has a little boy the same age as me, and he’s at school and can play cricket.”
“He’s not the same age as you, he’s older,” said Rose sharply.
“When am I going to school?”
“I don’t know. Don’t you like doing lessons with Miss Wade?”
“No. I want to go to school and play cricket. Grandpapa says all boys play cricket.”
“Well, you can play cricket here.”
“Who with?” Cecil not unnaturally demanded.
“We’ll see. Now say your prayers.”
Cecil knelt up in bed, folding his hands and closing his eyes, and repeated rapidly:
“Pray God bless Mummie, an’ Grandpapa an’ Grandmama an’ everybody an’ make me a good boy for Chrissakeamen. An’ let me go to school and play cricket best of all the boys.”