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      “All right, Marjory, you little beast,” was his reference to the sponge incident.

      His third remark was of a practical nature.

      “I say, what’s under that dish?”

      “Mike,” began Mr. Jackson—­this again was stereo—­“you really must learn to be more punctual——­”

      He was interrupted by a chorus.

      “Mike, you’re going to Wrykyn next term,” shouted Marjory.

      “Mike, father’s just had a letter to say you’re going to Wrykyn next term.”; From Phyllis.

      “Mike, you’re going to Wrykyn.”; From Ella.

      Gladys Maud Evangeline, aged three, obliged with a solo of her own composition, in six-eight time, as follows:; “Mike Wryky.; Mike Wryky.; Mike Wryke Wryke Wryke Mike Wryke Wryke Mike Wryke Mike Wryke.”

      “Oh, put a green baize cloth over that kid, somebody,” groaned Bob.

      Whereat Gladys Maud, having fixed him with a chilly stare for some seconds, suddenly drew a long breath, and squealed deafeningly for more milk.

      Mike looked round the table.; It was a great moment.; He rose to it with the utmost dignity.

      “Good,” he said.; “I say, what’s under that dish?”

      * * * * *

      After breakfast, Mike and Marjory went off together to the meadow at the end of the garden.; Saunders, the professional, assisted by the gardener’s boy, was engaged in putting up the net.; Mr. Jackson believed in private coaching; and every spring since Joe, the eldest of the family, had been able to use a bat a man had come down from the Oval to teach him the best way to do so.; Each of the boys in turn had passed from spectators to active participants in the net practice in the meadow.; For several years now Saunders had been the chosen man, and his attitude towards the Jacksons was that of the Faithful Old Retainer in melodrama.; Mike was his special favourite.; He felt that in him he had material of the finest order to work upon.; There was nothing the matter with Bob.; In Bob he would turn out a good, sound article.; Bob would be a Blue in his third or fourth year, and probably a creditable performer among the rank and file of a county team later on.; But he was not a cricket genius, like Mike.; Saunders would lie awake at night sometimes thinking of the possibilities that were in Mike.; The strength could only come with years, but the style was there already.; Joe’s style, with improvements.

      Mike put on his pads; and Marjory walked with the professional to the bowling crease.

      “Mike’s going to Wrykyn next term, Saunders,” she said.; “All the boys were there, you know.; So was father, ages ago.”

      “Is he, miss?; I was thinking he would be soon.”

      “Do you think he’ll get into the school team?”

      “School team, miss!; Master Mike get into a school team!; He’ll be playing for England in another eight years.; That’s what he’ll be playing for.”

      “Yes, but I meant next term.; It would be a record if he did.; Even Joe only got in after he’d been at school two years.; Don’t you think he might, Saunders?; He’s awfully good, isn’t he?; He’s better than Bob, isn’t he?; And Bob’s almost certain to get in this term.”

      Saunders looked a little doubtful.

      “Next term!” he said.; “Well, you see, miss, it’s this way.; It’s all there, in a manner of speaking, with Master Mike.; He’s got as much style as Mr. Joe’s got, every bit.; The whole thing is, you see, miss, you get these young gentlemen of eighteen, and nineteen perhaps, and it stands to reason they’re stronger.; There’s a young gentleman, perhaps, doesn’t know as much about what I call real playing as Master Mike’s forgotten; but then he can hit ’em harder when he does hit ’em, and that’s where the runs come in.; They aren’t going to play Master Mike because he’ll be in the England team when he leaves school.; They’ll give the cap to somebody that can make a few then and there.”

      “But Mike’s jolly strong.”

      “Ah, I’m not saying it mightn’t be, miss.; I was only saying don’t count on it, so you won’t be disappointed if it doesn’t happen.; It’s quite likely that it will, only all I say is don’t count on it.; I only hope that they won’t knock all the style out of him before they’re done with him.; You know these school professionals, miss.”

      “No, I don’t, Saunders.; What are they like?”

      “Well, there’s too much of the come-right-out-at-everything about ’em for my taste.; Seem to think playing forward the alpha and omugger of batting.; They’ll make him pat balls back to the bowler which he’d cut for twos and threes if he was left to himself.; Still, we’ll hope for the best, miss.; Ready, Master Mike?; Play.”

      As Saunders had said, it was all there.; Of Mike’s style there could be no doubt.; To-day, too, he was playing more strongly than usual.; Marjory had to run to the end of the meadow to fetch one straight drive.; “He hit that hard enough, didn’t he, Saunders?” she asked, as she returned the ball.

      “If he could keep on doing ones like that, miss,” said the professional, “they’d have him in the team before you could say knife.”

      Marjory sat down again beside the net, and watched more hopefully.

      CHAPTER II

      THE JOURNEY DOWN

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      The seeing off of Mike on the last day of the holidays was an imposing spectacle, a sort of pageant.; Going to a public school, especially at the beginning of the summer term, is no great hardship, more particularly when the departing hero has a brother on the verge of the school eleven and three other brothers playing for counties; and Mike seemed in no way disturbed by the prospect.; Mothers, however, to the end of time will foster a secret fear that their sons will be bullied at a big school, and Mrs. Jackson’s anxious look lent a fine solemnity to the proceedings.

      And as Marjory, Phyllis, and Ella invariably broke down when the time of separation arrived, and made no exception to their rule on the present occasion, a suitable gloom was the keynote of the gathering.; Mr. Jackson seemed to bear the parting with fortitude, as did Mike’s Uncle John (providentially roped in at the eleventh hour on his way to Scotland, in time to come down with a handsome tip).; To their coarse-fibred minds there was nothing pathetic or tragic about the affair at all. (At the very moment when the train began to glide out of the station Uncle John was heard to remark that, in his opinion, these Bocks weren’t a patch on the old shaped Larranaga.) Among others present might have been noticed Saunders, practising late cuts rather coyly with a walking-stick in the background; the village idiot, who had rolled up on the chance of a dole; Gladys Maud Evangeline’s nurse, smiling vaguely; and Gladys Maud Evangeline herself, frankly bored with the whole business.

      The train gathered speed.; The air was full of last messages.; Uncle John said on second thoughts he wasn’t sure these Bocks weren’t half a bad smoke after all.; Gladys Maud cried, because she had taken a sudden dislike to the village idiot; and Mike settled himself in the corner and opened a magazine.

      He was alone in the carriage.; Bob, who had been spending the last week of the holidays with an aunt further down the line, was to board the train at East Wobsley, and the brothers were to make a state entry into Wrykyn together.; Meanwhile, Mike was left to his milk chocolate, his magazines, and his reflections.

      The latter were not numerous, nor profound.; He was excited.; He had been petitioning the home authorities for the past year to be allowed to leave his private school and go to Wrykyn, and now the thing had come about.; He wondered what sort of a house Wain’s was, and whether they had any chance of the cricket cup.; According to Bob they had no earthly; but then Bob only

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