“It’s getting on certainly. We really haven’t time to do much before tea.”
“It couldn’t miss that, I suppose? It wants its tea?”
“It wants its tea,” Vera admitted, gravely.
Howard looked at his watch.
“Pity we wasted the best part of the afternoon just sitting round and loafing,” he commented disconsolately.
For a few moments he remained silent, evidently turning various projects over in his mind.
“Tell you what,” he suggested at last. “Ever been in the old Maze down there by the boat-house? No? Neither have I. What about dashing over and trying our luck with it? Part at the entrance; and the first that gets to the centre wins the game. They say it’s a grand puzzler.”
“Well, if it will make you happy, I don’t mind. But wait a moment. Hasn’t the Maze got two centres? Somebody told me that once.”
Howard brushed the objection aside.
“The first one to reach either centre scores a win. If you get there, sing out. I’ll trust to your native honesty to keep you from cheating.”