"Now you've nothing to fall back on," I pointed out.

Simpson considered the new situation. "Then you fellows can't mind
if I go on with overhand," he said joyfully, and he played his
twelfth.

It was the batsman's own fault. Like a true gentleman he went after
the ball, caught it up near point, and hit it hard in the direction
of cover. Sarah shot up a hand unconcernedly.

"One for six," said Simpson, and went over to Miss Debenham to
explain how he did it.

"He must come off," said Archie. "We have a reputation to keep up.
It's his left hand, of course, but we can't go round to all the
spectators and explain that he can really bowl quite decent long
hops with his right."

In the next over nothing much happened, except that Miss Debenham
missed a sitter. Subsequently Simpson caught her eye from another
part of the field, and explained telegraphically to her how she
should have drawn her hands in to receive the ball. The third over
was entrusted to Sarah.

"So far," said Dahlia, half an hour later, "the Rabbits have not
shone. Sarah is doing it all."

"Hang it, Dahlia, Thomas and I discovered the child. Give the credit
where it is due."