siderably out of their way to have received "ae blink o' her bonnie
black e'e." Emma, although scarcely so tall, was very like her sister,
only shorter in the temper.

After sundry matches at the field, Jack Black used to take a few of his
companions up to the Hillhouse, and the young ladies received them
graciously--congratulating them when they won their matches, and
"chaffing" them unmercifully when they lost.

There were at least three suitors for the hand of Jenny, but one of them
resided in London, and the other at Skyview Villa, a couple of hundred
yards from Hillhouse. It can be easily imagined that the local man had
the advantage in the courtship, being, as the special correspondent
always prides himself in adding to his communications, "on the spot."

Bob Lambert was, to be sure, a welcome visitor at Jenny's residence, and
a fast companion of her brother Jack, and what was more, Bob was quite a
favourite with the old Colonel, who admired his fine appearance in the
football field, and the brilliant manner in which he could "back-up"
when that was needed to win a game. Bob, I must confess, was really a
nice-looking fellow, with black curly hair, and a good broad chest. His
features were well formed, and he possessed penetrating dark grey eyes.
There was one thing, however, which told against Bob in many ways, and
that was his hasty temper. He could brook no rival in his position as
the best forward in the Black-and-Whites, and a word or two from the
captain at a practice game was sure to upset him. He sometimes, in fact,
took the pet altogether.

Once, when playing a Cup Tie with the Athletic Park, he met his match in
Charlie Walker (another of Jenny's sweethearts), who played at
half-back, and the work done all through that eventful match was seen
between the pair. Talk about coming in contact with "mother earth," why
that was positively child's play when the two met.

Walker was also a powerful fellow, and it was a case of Greek meeting
Greek. "Bumping at Oxford," to use an aquatic term, why it was nothing!
At one time Bob was seen tossed up in the air as if from the horns of an
infuriated bull, and at another Charlie was observed lying on the field
at Bob's feet. What did they care about the ball being fifty yards off?
Not a straw, so long as they tackled and kept each other away from it.
"That's not football," says one, "it is horse play." "Never mind about
football in a Cup Tie," says another, "let the