Big Game - A Story for Girls

Ronald was plainly afire with enthusiastic admiration of his hero; but

for once Margot refused to be infected.

"I'm not a worm!" she murmured resentfully. "Worm, indeed! I'm every

bit as good as he!"

For twenty yards she walked on in silence, tilting her chin in petulant

scorn. Then-"Do you remember the old story of Johnny-head-in-air, Ron?" she asked

mischievously. "He had a fall. A fall and a dousing! If he isn't very

careful, the same sad fate may await your wonderful Mr Elgood!"