“You didn’t, because I hit you and took my two shots——”
“But you left me in position and I went through!”
“Oh, I do wish there was someone here to settle it! I’m just as sure as sure that I’m right!”
“And so am I! I suppose we’ll just have to begin over again.” Rodney could hear at the gate the sigh accompanying this. “This makes three times that it’s happened. We never will get a game finished!”
“Because you always forget what wicket you’re for.”
“No, because you forget.”
“We-ell, come on, then. It’s your first again.” One of the twins sent her ball toward the further stake.
“Tell you what you do,” said Rodney. “Get a couple of clothespins, tie different colored ribbons on them and then, when you go through a wicket, stick your clothespin on it.” He was enjoying the looks of surprise on the faces of the twins. “It’s a good scheme, really.”
“It’s—now whatever did he say his name was?” exclaimed one of the girls.
“I forget. I remember we said it was an unusual name, though,” was the reply. The two viewed each other doubtfully.