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The Opening Season
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“What a pity. Nurse tells me she’s left-handed, and I particularly want a lot of that; because Little Buxted has a very hot left-hand bowler called–“

“You don’t want your daughter to be an athletic girl, do you?”

Jeremy looked at her in surprise and then sat down on the arm of her chair.

“Surely, dear,” he said gravely, “we decided that our child was going to play for Kent?”

“Not a girl!”

“Why not? There’s nothing in the rules about it. Rule 197 (B) says that you needn’t play if you don’t like the Manager, but there’s nothing about sex in it. I’m sure Baby would love the Manager.”

Mrs Jeremy smiled and ruffled his hair.

“Well,” said Jeremy, “if nobody will bowl to me, I can at least take my bat out and let it see the grass. After six months of boots it will be a change for it.”

He went out into the garden, and did not appear again until lunch. During the meal he read extracts to his wife from “The Coming Season’s Prospects,” and spoke cheerfully of the runs he intended to make for the village. After lunch he took her on to the tennis lawn.

“There!” he said proudly, pointing to a cricket pitch beautifully cut and marked with a crease of dazzling white. “Doesn’t that look jolly?”

“Heavenly,” she said. “You must ask someone up to-morrow. You can get quite good practice here with these deep banks all round.”

“Yes, I shall make a lot of runs this season,” said Jeremy airily. “But, apart from practice, don’t you FEEL how jolly and summery a cricket pitch makes everything?”

Mrs Jeremy took a deep breath. “Yes, there’s nothing like a bucket of whitening to make you think of summer.”

“I’m glad you think so too,” said Jeremy with an air of relief, “because I upset the bucket on the way back to the stables–just underneath the pergola. It ought to bring the roses on like anything.”