in truth till the day after to-morrow." Yes; but they won't wait for
ever.

_First A.B._ Not they. Why, look yonder! There's one of 'em in full
fig. Lady-Cricketer from cap to shoes--short skirt, knickers, belt,
blouse, gloves, and all the rest of it. D'ye think that sort means
volunteer scouting only? Not a bit of it. Mean playing the game, Sir,
and having regular teams of their own.

_Second A.B._ Look at her! She's a speaking to the Grand Old Champion
himself!

_First A.B._ Giving him a bit of her mind, you bet. What's that she's
saying?

_Second A.B._ Why, that she admires his style immensely, and doesn't
want to spoil his game; but that, _after_ the next great All England
Match, if not sooner, they mean to have a team of their own and go in
for the game all round!

_First A.B._ Ah, what did I say?

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[Illustration: THE POLITICAL LADY-CRICKETERS.

_Lady Cricketer._ "A TEAM OF OUR OWN? I SHOULD THINK SO! IF WE'RE GOOD
ENOUGH TO SCOUT FOR YOU, WHY SHOULDN'T WE TAKE A TURN AT THE BAT?"]

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