"Over the barn. This is the long hole."
I got in an excellent drive, but unfortunately it didn't aviate quick enough. While the intrepid spectators were still holding their breath, there was an ominous crash.
"Did you say IN the barn or OVER the barn?" I asked, as we hurried on to find the damage.
"We do play an exciting game, don't we?" said Myra.
We got into the barn and found the ball and a little glass on the floor.
"What a very small hole it made," said Myra, pointing to the broken pane. "What shall I do?"
"You'll have to go back through the hole. It's an awkward little shot."
"I don't think I could."
"No, it IS rather a difficult stroke. You want to stand well behind the ball, and—however, there may be a local rule about it."
"I don't think there is or I should have heard it. Samuel's been telling me EVERYTHING lately."