The annual inter-village cricket match is quite a serious affair, for all that it has
the trappings of bunting, scones, cakes, and tea in the pavilion for everyone from both
Parishes. With such a small pool of potential cricketers, and with the Major out this
year because of his dicky leg, there was really no choice BUT to ask that rather
dreadful Ms. Anderssen who seemed so keen on joining the team.
Unfortunately, she didn't seem to keen on coming to practice. Indeed, she had attended just
one, and that just for long enough to scoff down some of Mrs. Carstair's finest Victoria Sponges
all by herself.
One doesn't expect a full knowledge of the rules of cricket from a stand-in player, of
course, but a basic familiarity with the concept of running between the wickets to score
didn't seem too much to expect....
When she lost Toffington Bottomly the match, Young Master Teuw the Bowler was so
incensed that he decided to teach her a bit of respect by tying her up in the boundary rope
and leaving her in the middle of the square. And so what if the oiks of Grislington Stanley
were still hanging around, lording it over the place just because they'd won for a change?
That wretched Ms. Anderssen deserved everything she had coming to her!