Tom was ready.
"Here's a stick." They took hold of it in turn.

Tom's hand came out on top.

"I'm tagger.

Look out!" he cried.
They played the game.

At last he caught Leila, and crying out, "You're tagged," seized her boy-cap and threw it up on to the steep slope of the stable roof.
"Oh! that's not fair," cried the girl.