"My dear chap, you can't expect a girl to see anything when she's in that state. I know what I'm talking about. Give her her head and she'll come round all right in time."
"Do you think she will?"
"I'm sure of it. You tell your Governor to leave her alone, and pretend not to notice."
"All right, I will. Shall I say that's the advice of James Beckley, Esquire? I say, what about a round with a mashie?"
"I'm game," said Jimmy. "Don't you think it would do B good to fish her out and have a foursome? I'm sorry for that little girl."
"Oh, leave her alone," said Bunting. "Perhaps she'll play after lunch."
"Just as you like, old man. I only thought I might do something to make her forget her troubles for a bit. My advice to you is to go gently with her. I'll give you two strokes in eighteen holes and play you for a bob."