'All England meaning every one that can be scraped up that is not
Stoneborough,' returned Ethel. 'George Larkins has been over here
canvassing Tom and Aubrey. But you can't be going to play, Leonard;
papa does not half like it for Aubrey.'

'Perhaps not for Aubrey,' said Leonard; 'but I am as well as ever,
and luckily they can't make up a decent eleven without me. You will
come and see us, Miss May? I'll find you the jolliest place between
the old lime and the cloister door.'

'As if I had not known the meads ages before your time!' said Ethel.

'I thought you never came to the matches?'

'Ah! you don't remember my brothers' Stoneborough days, when Norman
was cricket mad, and Harry after him, and my father was the best
cricketer in Stoneborough till his accident.

'Yes, Dr. May always comes to see the matches,' said Leonard. 'You
will, won't you now, Miss May? I didn't think you knew anything
about cricket, but it will be all the better now.'

Ethel laughed, and half promised.

Cocksmoor existed without Ethel on that holiday; and indeed she was
self-reproachful, though pleased, at finding her presence so great a
treat to her father. Leonard might do the honours of the lime-tree
nook, but she spent but little time there, for Dr. May made her walk
about with him as he exchanged greetings with each and all, while