“No, he isn’t,” said Philip; “he’s coming to bowl for us. Come along, pauper.”
I threw the ball towards him and it fell on the lawn, for neither of the boys tried to catch it.
“Here, you, sir,” cried Courtenay furiously, “come and pick up this ball.”
I glanced at Mr Solomon and did not stir.
“Do you hear, you, sir! come and pick up this ball,” said Courtenay.
“Now, pauper, look alive,” said Philip.
I turned and stooped down over my work.
“I say, Court, we’re not going to stand this, are we?”
“Go into the field and play, boys,” said Mr Solomon coldly; “we’ve got to work.”
“Yes, paupers have to work,” said Courtenay with a sneer.