"That's the earl by the canvas screen," answered Tiny. "I should like to send him a new straw hat!"
"Hush!" whispered Ruth in terror. "You're as bad as they are. Tell me, do you see Herbert?"
"Yes, there he is, all by himself. There's a man out."
"Is there? How tired they seem! That's Lord Manister sprawling on the grass. What a boy he looks! You wouldn't think he was anybody in particular, would you?"
"I should hope not, indeed, on the cricket field!"
"I only meant he looked rather nice."
"Certainly he looks nicer in flannels than in anything else; his tailor has less to do with it."
The patience of Ruth was inexhaustible. She watched the game until another wicket fell. Then it was her admiration for the scene that escaped in more whispers.
"Isn't it a lovely place, Tiny?"
"Oh, it's all that."