'I am afraid you have missed all the jumping events, he said. 'But I have a list of the results here. You will see that Percy has done extremely well.
'Didn't know the little beggar had it in him. See that, Martha? Percy's won the high-jump and the long-jump and the hurdles. How's your young hopeful been doing, Lady Circumference?
'My boy has been injured in the foot, said Lady Circumference coldly.
'Dear me! Not badly, I hope? Did he twist his ankle in the jumping?
'No, said Lady Circumference, 'he was shot at by one of the assistant masters. But it is kind of you to inquire.
'Three Miles Open! announced Paul. 'The course of six laps will be run as before.
'On your marks! Get set. Bang went Philbrick's revolver. Off trotted the boys on another race.
'Father, said Flossie, 'don't you think it's time for the tea interval?
'Nothing can be done before Mrs Beste‑Chetwynde arrives, said the Doctor.
Round and round the muddy track trotted the athletes while the silver band played sacred music unceasingly.