"You could make time if you wanted to," observed Mrs. Fielding. "You are free on Saturday."
"Am I?" said Green.
She challenged him in sudden exasperation. "Well, what do you do on your off days?"
He considered for a moment. "I'll tell you what I'm doing to-morrow, if you like," he said. "In the morning I hold a swimming class for all who care to attend. In the afternoon I've got a cricket match. And in the evening I'm running an open-air concert at High Shale with Ashcott."
"For those wretched miners!" exclaimed Mrs. Fielding.
He nodded. "Yes, and their wives and their babies. They are rather amusing shows sometimes. We use native talent of course. I believe you would be interested, Miss Moore."
"I am sure I should," said Juliet. "May I come to one some day?"
He faced her boldly. "Will you help at one—some day?"
"Oh, really!" broke in Mrs. Fielding. "That is too much. I am sure my husband would never agree to that."
"I don't know why he shouldn't," said Juliet gently. "But the point is—should I be any good?"