We went very gently. There were only wasps on the tennis lawn, but one does not want to disturb the little fellows.
VI.—A FINAL ARRANGEMENT
"Seeing that this is our last day together," began Archie—
"Oh, DON'T," said Myra. "I can't bear it."
"Seeing that this is our first day together, we might have a little tournament of some kind, followed by a small distribution of prizes. What do you think, Dahlia?"
"Well, I daresay I can find something."
"Any old thing that we don't want will do; nothing showy or expensive. Victory is its own reward."
"Yes, but if there IS a pot of home-made marmalade going with it," I said, "so much the better."
"Dahlia, earmark the marmalade for this gentleman. Now, what's it going to be? Golf, Simpson?"
"Why, of course," said Myra. "Hasn't he been getting it ready for days?"