ladys Maud cried, because she had taken a sudden dislike to the village idiot; and Mike settled himself in the corner and opened a magazine.
He was alone in the carriage. Bob, who had been spending the last week of the holidays with an aunt further down the line, was to board the train at East Wobsley, and the brothers were to make a state entry into Wrykyn together. Meanwhile, Mike was left to his milk chocolate, his magazines, and his reflections.
The latter were not numerous, nor profound. He was excited. He had been petitioning the home authorities for the past year to be allowed to leave his private school and go to Wrykyn, and now the thing had come about. He wondered what sort of a house Wain's was, and whether they had any chance of the cricket cup. According to Bob they had no earthly; but then Bob only recognised one house, Donaldson's. He wondered if Bob would get his first eleven cap this year, and if he himself were likely to do anything at cricket. Marjory had faithfully reported e
For fans of the school story genre this is one of the best. It is a light, humorous book without the intense adolescent relationships between friends at school, common in many school stories. This book traces the journey of Mike Jackson, a cricketing genius, from his first days at Wrykyn to his removal to another school Sedleigh, culminating in the victorious match between Sedleigh and Wrykyn.
Surfeited with heavy reading, one day I came across this book and subsequently I read all of P.G. Wodehouse's school stories. All of them are enjoyable and easy to read and depict schoolboy character very well.