Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Quote of the Day

The hockey-pitches were waterlogged. Miss Dickson, the games mistress, and Elizabeth Lamont had grown impatient, and one afternoon, when the clouds actually cleared off for once and a watery sun had made a tentative appearance for half and hour or so, had ordered a practice. It had not been a great success; the mud was inches deep, no-one could run, far less hit a ball, and the rumour went round - and actually in later years became a school legend - that a girl had been lost in the mud.

From NORTHMEAD NUISANCE, Chapter 6, Operation Nuisance.