“If you are going to argue, stand at ease,” said Jack. “You will certainly miss the ball if you pause on the top of your swing. Let’s talk it out, and take your stroke afterward.”
Jeannie was looking fixedly at the ball.
“Don’t talk when I’m playing,” she said, and with a long breath raised her club a little higher. Then she hit furiously, and a frenzied ball hid itself in long grass some ten yards in front of the tee.
“I told you so,” she exclaimed.
“Have it again,” said Jack.
“No, certainly not,” said Jeannie. “Oh, yes; I think I will. I will start now. That was trial.”
“About the club head,” explained Jack, “it’s like this. You can see it, but you don’t look at it. You look at the ball, and at nothing else whatever. But do remember that you have to hit a part of the ball which you don’t see at all.”
Jeannie’s caddie had teed her ball again.
“Then what’s the use of looking at it?” she asked.
“In about five years, if you stick to it, you will understand,” he said.