"No.... Do you?"
"No. I generally sleep in the afternoons."
"Much the best thing to do. Good-night."
"Good-night."
CHAPTER III
"Wake up," I said. "You've been asleep for hours. Jane is playing now."
"Oh, I'm so sorry," said Mary, still with her eyes closed. "Then I missed your turn. Was it a good one?"
"Absolutely splendid. I had a very long shot, and hit the champion. Then I took my mallet in both hands, brought it well over the shoulder—are you allowed to do that, by the way?"
"Yes, it's hockey where you mustn't."
"And croqueted him right down to the house—over beds, through bushes, across paths—the longest ball I've ever driven."