time. Then Mr. Beebe consented to run — a memorable sight.

They ran to get dry, they bathed to get cool, they played at being Indians in the willow-herbs and in the bracken, they bathed to get clean. And all the time three little bundles lay discreetly on the sward, proclaiming:

“No. We are what matters. Without us shall no enterprise begin. To us shall all flesh turn in the end.”

“A try! A try!” yelled Freddy, snatching up George's bundle and placing it beside an imaginary goal-post.

“Socker rules,” George retorted, scattering Freddy's bundle with a kick.

“Goal!”

“Goal!”