"It's all right," I said consolingly. "I had a man there. You would have been out all the way. Besides," I went on, "a little air will do the grapes good. They stay all the time in one hot room, and then when they go out into the cold, they don't muffle up, and the natural consequence is—— Or am I thinking of influenza?"
"Never mind. We must remember not to do it again, that's all. Give me some to cut."
There are several ways of cutting. For myself, I was taught to cut "square" with the left leg across and "late" with the right, the consequence being that I can do neither. W.G. (to work downwards) generally uses the fore-arm for the stroke, Ranji the wrist. Miss Middleton keeps both feet together and puts her whole body into it; and the direction in which the ball travels is towards long-on. There was another crash.
"Golf is your game," I said admiringly. "You lay it dead on the greenhouse every time."
"I say, what shall we do? Father will be furious."
I looked at my watch.
"I can just catch the three-twenty-five," I said.
"Oh, don't be a coward, when it's all your fault for bowling so badly."
"Perhaps the glass is insured," I suggested. "It is generally."
"It's insured against hail," she said doubtfully.