'Good God! murmured Paul.
'I won the long jump at the last sports, saud Briggs, 'but everyone said that it was because I had spiked shoes. Do you wear spiked shoes, sir?
'Invariably, said Paul.
'Everyone said it was taking an unfair advantage. You see, we never know beforehand when there's going to be sports, so we don't have time to get ready.
'My mamma's coming down to see me to‑morrow, said Beste‑Chetwynde; 'just my luck! Now I shall have to stay here all the afternoon.
After luncheon Paul went to the morning‑room, where he found the Doctor pacing up and down in evident high excitement.
'Ah, come in, Pennyfeather! I am just making the arrangements for to‑morrow's fête. Florence, will you get on to the Clutterbucks on the telephone and ask them to come over, and the Hope‑Brownes. I think the Warringtons are too far away, but you might ask them, and of course the Vicar and old Major Sidebotham. The more guests the better, Florence!
'And, Diana, you must arrange the tea. Sandwiches, foie gras sandwiches ‑ last time, you remember, the liver sausage you bought made Lady Bunway ill ‑ and cakes, plenty of cakes, with coloured sugar! You had better take the car into Llandudno and get them there.
'Philbrick, there must be champagne‑cup, and will you help the men putting up the marquee. And flags, Diana! There must be flags left over from last time.
'I made them into dusters, said Dingy.