"Missis," replied Raven Innes laconically. Then he added,—
"Said we must go away for August on account of the kiddies. I'm taking a holiday from cricket in consequence: golf isn't a bad substitute. But what are you doing here, young man? Aren't you about due at Old Trafford for the Test Match?"
"No," replied Pip, beginning to fill his pipe; "I'm not."
Innes stopped short in his walk.
"You don't mean to tell me," he said, "that they have been such fools—"
"It's not that," said Pip.
"Oh! So you're chosen all right, then?"
"Yes, I'm chosen, but I'm not going to play."
"Great Cæsar! Why?"
"Well, I'm a bit stale, and I'm rather off cricket, and—and I want to play golf."