Mrs Stratton was there with some visitors.

All the little Wakefields were there, of course--"minor, minimus, and minimissima," as they were called--uttering war-whoops in honour of their house.

And there was a knot of Rendlesham fellows talking among themselves and generally taking stock of the Fellsgarth form.

Mr Stratton, in civilian dress, as became the umpire, was the first representative of the School to show up on the grass.

A distant cheer from the top of the oak tree hailed his arrival, and louder cheers still from the steps of the pavilion indicated that the popular master was not the private property of any faction in Fellsgarth.
To Fisher minor it was amazing how Mr Stratton could talk and laugh as pleasantly as he did with the umpire for the other side.