THE NIGHT OF VICTORY It was an hour after the match.

They were gathered in the old rendezvous of the hockey teams in pre-war days.

And they were all wildly excited over the Great Victory.
"Just think of it, Mamma, dear," Patricia shouted, pirouetting now on one foot and then on the other, "Eight to six! Oh, it is too glorious to believe! And against that wonderful team, the Cornwalls! Now listen to me, while I give you a calm and connected account of the game.

I shall always regret that you were not present, Mamma.

Victory! And at half time we were down, five to two! I confess disaster and despair stared me in the face.