"That men ought to go lazy at the finish and let you pull in ahead?"
"Of course papa never put it that way. I don't believe he knows about women going into regular contests like that, with men."
"I daresay not, Hilda. Such things wouldn't conspicuously have entered into Alfred's training."
"What did you do when you found out about it, Aunt Marjie?"
"What do you mean—when I'd convinced myself he hadn't played fair?"
"Yes."
"Sent him the medal." She shrugged.
"You did!"
"Um. It belonged to him, not me. Yes, sir—it went right straight off to him, with a polite note. The note was terribly polite. I told him I hoped he'd get just lots of comfort out of it. Real, solid comfort." And she snorted with wrath.
"Then what did he say, Aunt Marjie?"