idn't quite get it."

"I know," said little Vic Forsythe, himself a star of the Eagle forward
line. "You poor Sassenach! You couldn't be expected to catch the full,
fine flavour of it. Maitland was trying to cheer the old lady up when
she said to him: 'Yon half backs, A'm thinkin''--she was a soccer fan
in the old land, I believe--'yon half backs, A'm thinkin', are gey
confident. It is a peety they cudna be shaken a bit in their nerves.' By
Jove! Maitland jumped at it. 'Mrs. McNish, you're right! you're right. I
wonder I did not think of it before.'"

Then Adrien broke in: "Yes, from that moment there was a change in our
men's tactics."

Then Patricia broke in: "Well, then, let me go on. Captain Jack knew
quite well there was no use of allowing those little chaps, Snoopy and
Geordie Ross, to keep feeding themselves to those horrid monsters, Jumbo
Larson and Macnab, so what did they do but move up 'Jack' Johnson and
Macnamara. That is, you see, Mamma, the forwards would take down the
puck and then up behind them would come the backs, Macnamara and 'Jack'
Johnson, like a perfect storm, and taking the puck from the forwards,
who would then fall back to defence, would smash right on the Cornwall
defence. The very first time when 'Jack' Johnson came against Jumbo,
Jumbo found himself sitting on the ice. Oh! it was lovely! Perfectly
lovely! And the next time they did it, Jumbo came at him like a bull.
But that adorable 'Jack' Johnson just lifted him clear off his feet and
flung him against the side. It seemed to me that the whole rink shook!"

Here Vic broke in: "You didn't hear what the old lady said at this
point, I suppose. I was sitting next to her. She was really a whole play
by herself. When Jumbo went smashing against the side, the old lady gave
a grunt. 'Hum, that wull sort ye a doot.' Oh! she is a peach!"

"And the next time they came down," cried Patricia, taking up the tale
again, "Jumbo avoided him. For Macnamara, 'Jack' Johnson and Captain
Jack came roaring down the ice at a terrific pace, and with never a
stop, smashed head on into Jumbo and Macnab and fairly hurled them in
on Hepburn--that is their goal keeper, you know--and scored. Oh! Oh! Oh!
Such a yell! Six to three, and ten minutes to play."

"But Patricia," said Mrs. Templeton, "do moderate your tone. We are not
in the rink. And this terrible excitement can't be good for you."

"Good for me?" cried Patricia. "What difference does that make? Ten
min