And had it not been
That you thought the slow trundler was guilty of screw
You had driven it clean!
How galling to read in the Sportsman next day—
What horrible luck!—
'H. Rogers (the Captain) caught Grinstead, bowled May,
A "duck."'
But 'tis worse when your Uncle and sweet Cousin Bell
Come over to watch
All your wonderful deeds as a very great Swell—