"It doesn't really matter," said Myra breathlessly, "because on the fifth tee we—we arranged about the prizes."
"We arranged to give each other one," I said, smiling at Dahlia.
Dahlia looked very hard at us.
"You DON'T mean—?"
Myra laughed happily.
"Oh," she said, "but that's just what we do."
AT PLAY
TEN AND EIGHT
The only event of importance last week was my victory over Henry by ten and eight. If you don't want to hear about that, then I shall have to pass on to you a few facts about his motor bicycle. You'd rather have the other? I thought so.
The difference between Henry and me is that he is what I should call a good golfer, and I am what everybody else calls a bad golfer. In consequence of this he insults me with offers of bisques.