SudbiLvy Park. i8i 



coaching life. It proved to be one of our pleasantest 

 luncheons, for there is no finer spot in England than 

 Sudbury Park. Of course it is not the glen nor the 

 wimpling burn of the Highlands, but for quiet England 

 it is superb. 



The site chosen was near a pretty brook. Before us 

 was the old-fashioned brick Queen Anne mansion, and 

 behind us in the park was a cricket ground, where a 

 match between two neighboring clubs was being wor- 

 thily contested. The scene was indeed idyllic. There was 

 never more fun and laughter at any of our luncheons. 

 Aaleck had to be repressed at last, for several of the 

 members united in a complaint against him. Their 

 sides ached, but that they did not mind so much ; their 

 anxiety was about their cheeks, which were seriously 

 threatened with an explosion if they attempted to eat. 

 To avoid such results it was voted that no one should 

 make a joke nor even a remark. Silence was enjoined ; 

 but what did that amount to ! The signs and grimaces 

 were worse than speech. Force was no remedy. It 

 took time to get the party toned down, but eventually 

 the lunch was finished. 



We strolled over and watched the cricketers. It all 

 depends upon how you look at a thing. So many able- 

 bodied perspiring men knocking about a little ball on a 

 warm summer's day, that is one way; so many men 

 relieved from anxious care and laying the foundation 

 for long years of robust health by invigorating exercise 



