"No, but I've thold golf-balls."
"Ah, you should play. You should join my new Association which pledges every member to use one club only--preferably the mashie--on a round."
Golf remained the subject while the tea lasted. The Archdeacon kept the talk going.
"So our movement of fairy reform goes ahead admirably," Dr. Pryde exclaimed, coming to the real subject at last, as he rose, stretched, and posed by the mantelpiece. "We are comrades under Oberon's banner--comrades in a growing and victorious army."
He admired his rolling periods, and took his box of lozenges from a drawer.
"Yeth," said the other, who still felt that his feet were all boots.
"I had a letter from the Lord Mayor this morning. Sir Titus--a wonderful man, wonderful man, truly one of us!--is instituting a new league--Titania's Bodyguard it is called, consisting of all sorts and conditions of old men and maidens, young men and children; to remove the blemishes which uglify--'uglify' is Alice's word, not mine--which uglify London."
He ceased his pompous talk to look pomposity. He caught his reflection in a mirror, and improved his deportment.
"Yeth," again Emmanuel faltered. He wanted to express views, but in that present state of shyness and nervousness his mind seemed mere whirl and pudding.
"Talking of Alice, we could do with a little more topsyturvydom in real life, could not we?" June smiled. Here was proof that she had him. "I wish Harlequin with his wand would transform some of our business men and Bumbles and give them better sympathies and wits."