"Humph!" said Harry half out loud, as he rather reluctantly made his way towards the cottage; "you might have gone yourself, Master Walter, I think, and saved an old man like me such a shaking as I've had on the old mare's back.  But I suppose that `lawn tens,' as they call it, is a mighty taking thing to young people; it seems all the go now; all the young gents and young ladies has gone mad after it.  Knocking them balls back'ards and for'ards used to be called `fives' when I were a boy, but they calls it `tens' now; I suppose 'cos they does everything in these days twice as fast as they used to do.  Well, it don't matter; but if it had been Master Amos, and t'other road about, he'd never have let `tens,' or `twenties,' or `fifties' stand between him and looking arter a lost brother.  But then people don't know Master Amos and Master Walter as I do.  Their aunt, Miss Huntingdon, does a bit, and p'raps master will himself some day."