At nearly every school there is a type of youth who asks this question on the morning of the M.C.C. match. Norris was engaged in putting the finishing touches to a snow-white pair of cricket boots. 'No. Hullo, where did you raise that Sporter? Let's have a look.' But Baker proposed to conduct this business in person. It is ten times more pleasant to administer a series of shocks to a friend than to sit by and watch him administering them to himself. He retained _The Sportsman_, and began to read out the team. 'Thought Middlesex had a match,' said Norris, as Baker paused dramatically to let the name of a world-famed professional sink in. 'No. They don't play Surrey till Monday.' 'Well, if they've got an important match like Surrey on on Monday,' said Norris disgustedly, 'what on earth do they let their best man come down here today for, and fag himself out?' Baker suggested gently that if anybody was going to be fagged out at the end of the day, it would in all probability be the Beckford bowlers, and not a man who, as he was careful to point out, had run up a century a mere three days ago against Yorkshire, and who was apparently at that moment at the very top of his form. 'Well,' said Norris, 'he might crock himself or anything. Rank bad policy, I call it. Anybody else?' Baker resumed his reading. A string of unknowns ended in another celebrity. 'Blackwell?' said Norris. 'Not O. T. Blackwell?' 'It says A. T. But,' went on Baker, brightening up again, 'they always get the initials wrong in the papers. Certain to be O. T. By the way, I suppose you saw that he made eighty-three against Notts the other day?' Norris tried to comfort himself by observing that Notts couldn't bowl for toffee. 'Last week, too,' said Baker, 'he made a hundred and forty-six not out against Malvern for the Gentlemen of Warwickshire. They couldn't get him out,' he concluded with unction. In spite of the fact that he himself was playing in the match today, and might under the circumstances reasonably look forward to a considerable dose of leather-hunting, the task of announcing the bad news to Norris appeared to have a most elevating effect on his spirits: 'That's nothing extra special,' said Norris, in answer to the last item of information, 'the Malvern wicket's like a billiard-table.' 'Our wickets aren't bad either at this time of year,' said Baker, 'and I heard rumours that they had got a record one ready for this match.' 'It seems to me,' said Norris, 'that what I'd better do if we want to bat at all today is to win the toss. Though Sammy and the Bishop and Baynes ought to be able to get any ordinary side out all right.' 'Only this isn't an ordinary side. It's a sort of improved county team.' 'They've got about four men who might come off, but the M.C.C. sometimes have a bit of a tail. We ought to have a look in if we win the toss.' 'Hope so,' said Baker. 'I doubt it, though.'