"I don't know," petulantly. "Girls never know dates."
"I forgot that. Well, it is the fourteenth of August. Do you know what is going to happen at Old Trafford to-morrow?"
"Why—the Australians! Fancy forgetting a Test Match! That comes of playing golf all day. But, Pip,"—she stared at him in dismayed surprise,—"why aren't you there? Surely you were chosen?"
"Yes, I was chosen."
"Then, why aren't you there?"
"Because I'm here."
"But, Pip, you ought to be playing cricket."
"I prefer to play golf."
"But it's a Test Match."
"I'm going to play in a Test Match of my own—here."