Lallie laid down her work and looked at Cripps critically.
"I'll try again," she said. "Are you a College colour?"
"Yes."
"Cricket?"
"Oh, no, I'm no good at all."
"Football?"
"Yes."
"Fives?"
"Yes."
"Then you're two, and that's very grand; and I think," said Lallie slowly, her eyes wandering from her companion's face to the book lying on the grass and back again--"then I think you must be Mr. Cripps, the captain of the College fives. Now aren't I a witch of a guesser?"