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"
Barbara
,
"
he
repeatedly
implored
me
.
"
Benjamin
,
"
I
replied
firmly
.
For
long
I
was
obdurate
,
but
the
time
was
summer
,
and
at
last
I
agreed
to
play
him
for
it
,
a
two-innings
match
.
If
he
won
it
was
to
be
a
girl
,
and
if
I
won
it
was
to
be
a
boy
.
I
think
there
has
not
been
so
much
on
a
cricket
match
since
the
day
when
Sir
Horace
Mann
walked
about
Broad
Ha
'
penny
agitatedly
cutting
down
the
daisies
with
his
stick
.
And
,
be
it
remembered
,
the
heroes
of
Hambledon
played
for
money
and
renown
only
,
while
David
was
champion
of
a
lady
.
A
lady
!
May
we
not
prettily
say
of
two
ladies
?
There
were
no
spectators
of
our
contest
except
now
and
again
some
loiterer
in
the
Gardens
who
little
thought
what
was
the
stake
for
which
we
played
,
but
can
not
we
conceive
Barbara
standing
at
the
ropes
and
agitatedly
cutting
down
the
daisies
every
time
David
missed
the
ball
?
I
tell
you
,
this
was
the
historic
match
of
the
Gardens
.
David
wanted
to
play
on
a
pitch
near
the
Round
Pond
with
which
he
is
familiar
,
but
this
would
have
placed
me
at
a
disadvantage
,
so
I
insisted
on
unaccustomed
ground
,
and
we
finally
pitched
stumps
in
the
Figs
.
We
could
not
exactly
pitch
stumps
,
for
they
are
forbidden
in
the
Gardens
,
but
there
are
trees
here
and
there
which
have
chalk-marks
on
them
throughout
the
summer
,
and
when
you
take
up
your
position
with
a
bat
near
one
of
these
you
have
really
pitched
stumps
.
The
tree
we
selected
is
a
ragged
yew
which
consists
of
a
broken
trunk
and
one
branch
,
and
I
viewed
the
ground
with
secret
satisfaction
,
for
it
falls
slightly
at
about
four
yards
'
distance
from
the
tree
,
and
this
exactly
suits
my
style
of
bowling
.
I
won
the
toss
and
after
examining
the
wicket
decided
to
take
first
knock
.
As
a
rule
when
we
play
the
wit
at
first
flows
free
,
but
on
this
occasion
I
strode
to
the
crease
in
an
almost
eerie
silence
.
David
had
taken
off
his
blouse
and
rolled
up
his
shirt-sleeves
,
and
his
teeth
were
set
,
so
I
knew
he
would
begin
by
sending
me
down
some
fast
ones
.
His
delivery
is
underarm
and
not
inelegant
,
but
he
sometimes
tries
a
round-arm
ball
,
which
I
have
seen
double
up
the
fielder
at
square
leg
.
He
has
not
a
good
length
,
but
he
varies
his
action
bewilderingly
,
and
has
one
especially
teasing
ball
which
falls
from
the
branches
just
as
you
have
stepped
out
of
your
ground
to
look
for
it
.
It
was
not
,
however
,
with
his
teaser
that
he
bowled
me
that
day
.
I
had
notched
a
three
and
two
singles
,
when
he
sent
me
down
a
medium
to
fast
which
got
me
in
two
minds
and
I
played
back
to
it
too
late
.
Now
,
I
am
seldom
out
on
a
really
grassy
wicket
for
such
a
meagre
score
,
and
as
David
and
I
changed
places
without
a
word
,
there
was
a
cheery
look
on
his
face
that
I
found
very
galling
.
He
ran
in
to
my
second
ball
and
cut
it
neatly
to
the
on
for
a
single
,
and
off
my
fifth
and
sixth
he
had
two
pretty
drives
for
three
,
both
behind
the
wicket
.
This
,
however
,
as
I
hoped
,
proved
the
undoing
of
him
,
for
he
now
hit
out
confidently
at
everything
,
and
with
his
score
at
nine
I
beat
him
with
my
shooter
.
The
look
was
now
on
my
face
.
I
opened
my
second
innings
by
treating
him
with
uncommon
respect
,
for
I
knew
that
his
little
arm
soon
tired
if
he
was
unsuccessful
,
and
then
when
he
sent
me
loose
ones
I
banged
him
to
the
railings
.
What
cared
I
though
David
's
lips
were
twitching
.
