Boys, you've got to help me out." "We're on," Mason declared.

"What is it?
a fight ?" "It's a garden party my girls are giving to-morrow afternoon," the Colonel answered.

"I promised to take some of you down.

Come, who's going to help me out?
Wrayson?
Good! Heneage?
Excellent! Mason?
Good fellows, all of you! Two-twenty from Waterloo, flannels and straw hats." The little group broke up, and the Colonel was hurried off into the Committee Room.

Wrayson and Heneage exchanged dubious glances.
"A garden party in May!" the latter remarked.
"Taking time by the forelock a little, isn't it ?" Wrayson sighed resignedly.
"It's the Colonel!" he declared.