"What can have become of Miss Lucy though?" he thought, "I still must try to find her! I wonder if they know that I cut off her head." He was allowed to remain in his room till he heard Fanny, who had done her lessons, calling to him. She invited him to have a game before dinner on the lawn. When there, she produced from under her pinafore a trap and bat. "Papa brought this yesterday in his pocket and gave it to me that I might play with you." Fanny put it down on the ground. "What a strange looking thing," exclaimed Norman, "what are we to do with it?" "I will show you," said Fanny, putting the ball into the trap and taking the bat in her right hand. "Now keep a little behind me, and I will force the ball up, then I will hit it with the bat and send it up into the air to a distance." Fanny, very adroitly, made the ball fly nearly across the lawn. "You observe where it fell; now go there and try and catch it, and if you do so you will get me out, and you will have the right to come and play at the trap till I put you out. Or, if you roll the ball up and hit the trap you put me out." Fanny played for some time, but at last, finding that Norman could not catch the ball nor roll it against the trap, thought that he would become impatient, and she hit it only a little way. He ran up, and without discovering that she did this to please him, soon managed to roll the ball against the trap. "Ah, I have put you out at last, Miss," he exclaimed, "and now you shall see where I send the ball to, you had better go to the other side of the lawn, and try and catch me out if you can!" Norman seized the bat, looking as if he was going to do great things, and Fanny went, as he desired her, to a distance. The first time he struck the trap he upset it, and the ball tumbled down by his side. Again and again he tried to hit the ball, but always missed it, and it sometimes scarcely rose out of the cup. "What a stupid bat this is," he exclaimed, losing patience, "I wonder you could manage to make the ball jump out of it." "All you want is patience and practice," answered Fanny, "try and try again, I do not mind looking out for you?" Norman made a few more attempts, with equal want of success. "You have done something to the trap I am sure, or I should be able to hit the ball," he cried out. "Nonsense!" said Fanny laughing, "it is entirely your own fault, strike the tail more gently and keep your eye on the ball, you will be able to hit it." Once more he tried, but instead of hitting the trap more gently, Norman used greater force, and consequently upset it, and looking to see what had happened, instead of keeping his eyes on the ball, the latter in falling hit him slightly on the head; this was enough for him, and when Fanny, laughing, was coming up to him, altogether losing his temper he threw the bat at her with all his force. It fortunately missed her head, but striking her on the shoulder hurt her very much.