“I wish you all to come and see a hockey match with me to-night,” said
Mr. Bang, at breakfast.
“The Maple Leafs against the Beavers?” enquired Uncle.
“Yes.”
“I don’t think I should care to go,” said Mumsie. “I must do a lot of
running round this afternoon———”
“And I have some reading which I must do and which I have put off
already too long, but you and Elsie go.” This from Uncle. It struck me
that he was fibbing and that Mumsie would not have been too tired had
she really wished to go, or had not a reason for staying away.
“I don’t think I should like to go. Hockey does not interest me,” I
ventured.
“Have you ever seen a real hockey match?” Mr. Bang asked.
“I have seen the school boys playing it on the ice at home.”
“That’s not real hockey,” said Uncle looking at me over his glasses,
with his dear, kindly twinkle. “You had better accept Jack’s invitation;
it will be a grand sight. There’ll be thousands there and the game
should be one of the best of the season.”
“The first of the Champion series,” said Mr. Bang.
“Do go, Elsie, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it,” persuaded Mumsie.
“There’ll be thousands there?” I asked weakly.
“There will be three or four thousand,” replied Uncle.
“Anything up to ten thousand,” Mr. Bang added.