Ah! Raphael seems a sweet name; and he's "out for a duck" too; how horrid!
Why, even poor Gosling made four. Oh, dear me, 'tis tremendously torrid!
And, how they can run so——There, listen to Isabel Smythe, do just listen.
She's coached up in Cricketing slang; she has "crammed" for it. How her eyes glisten!
"Oh! bowled, Sir, indeed! Caught, Sir, caught!"—And she rhymes "bowled" to "howled." Most disgusting!
Last over? Hope Harrow will pull up to-morrow. Of course they are trusting
In mighty M'Laren again. But oh, if their colours they'd vary!
Unless you've a brother, you know, or a
lover like Mildred and Mary.
In one team or other, it's hard to get up an emotion that's "humming,"