A gleaming black convertible drove down a country road, Mrs. Fraumeni at the wheel, next to a slim, blonde woman, Miss Adrienne Crickard. In the back seat sat a mustached police officer, Officer Max Black

"These fields are magnificent, Kathy. Really magnificent." Miss Crickard told Mrs. Fraumeni.

"Aren’t they?"

"Even if it's to a height of ten thousand feet, Kathy always believes in rising to the occasion." Max razzed.

"Unless the jokes improve, Max, I'm taking back my invitation." Kathy told him with a smile playing upon her face, Which did look frightning seeing as it's Mrs.Fraumeni...

"You didn't invite me to your school. I invited myself." Max clarified. The car turned a corner and began to make its way down another country road.

"Naturally" Kathy said.

"I needed a place to stay where the cuisine is superb, the wine cellar unexcelled and the price, uh, perfect." Max told them.

"Max," Miss Crickard laughed. "You are outrageous."

"Not at all. I'm a very charming sponge."Max said proudly. They drove past a church from which could be heard beautiful voices raised in song. "Listen."

"That's the St. Peters Anglican Church Choir." Mrs. Fraumeni told him.

"They're good! Very good. I must explore this territory in the next few days. Somewhere a hungry little singing group is waiting for Max Black to pluck it out of obscurity and make it famous at the Kiwanis music festival." Officer Black was looking for a choir in which he could manage, and enter them into a singing contest. Even though he was an Officer, he enjoyed good music and money (although he didn’t have as much as others).

"They get the fame, you get the money." Mrs. Fraumeni confirmed.

"'It is  unfair I must admit it but someday that'll be changed. I shall get the fame, too." Max said dreamily. Miss Crickard laughed. The car turned onto another road, and drove past a line of trees along the road. Dressed in their play clothes, the students of St. Marys and Brenda hung from the branches, laughing and yelling.

"Good heavens, what's this?" Miss Crickard asked, a wee bit appaled at the sight of kids being out of school, and just climbing trees. The least they could do was run laps around their school! She thought.

"Oh, it's nothing, just some local urchins." Mrs. Fraumeni told her uncertainty.

Mrs. Fraumeni drove past them, failing at first to recognize her own students -- but then her eyes widened suddenly in doubt. But she quickly pushed the idea of her proper students in such ridiculous clothes, tree climbing. Not her students. They continued to drive down the road.

"We’ll be going to the Thames today, and the going to St. Marys so you can get acquainted with the other teachers and students." Mrs. Fraumeni explained the game plan of the day.

"Alright. I can’t wait to meet your splendid students!" Miss Crickard said with a forced smile on her face. She actually couldn’t wait to make those children work their butts off for the cross country meet. She just couldn’t wait. . .