"Will you show us how to play cricket, then?"
"Yes, but you must get up your two sides. Have you read up anything about it in any book of games and sports?"
"Oh yes, and it says you have eleven and an umpire on each side; but that's nonsense, of course."
"Kenyon," said the doctor with mock solemnity, "do you call this bringing up an English boy properly? It sounds to me quite dreadful. He talks like a young barbarian—as if he had never had any education at all. What did you say, sir?" he continued, turning to Harry.
"What about?"
"There being eleven on a side, and that being nonsense, of course."
"I said so," said Harry, who felt half amused, half annoyed.
"Well, sir, I see that I shall have to take pity on you and young Phra, and try to make up for your neglected education. We shall have to make a cricket club, and petition the King for a cricket ground; but I have my doubts about the game proving popular: the work will be too hard."
"But you will help us, Doctor?"
"Yes, my boy, and I shall prescribe an occasional game for your father. A little exercise will do him good."