"She was two down at the turn and Carol was playing par golf," someone volunteered. "What does down at the turn mean?" whispered Keineth.
"The turn's at the end of the ninth hole and a-l-a-s, down means Barb was behind. Pooh, she always plays better when she's down!"
A man had just returned from the fifteenth tee.
"They were dormie at the sixteenth," the girls heard him say.
"What _queer_ words they do use in golf! I thought dormie was a window!"
"Oh, Ken," giggled Peggy, "you mean dormer and it's dormie when one player is just as many holes ahead as there are more holes to play. Good gracious!" her face fell, "that means that Barbara will _have_ to win these three holes and she always slices on the eighteenth!"
"She won't this time, Peggy! That girl's like steel in a match!" a man nearby broke in.
"She's driving first!" Billy cried. "Oh, look--look--look! P-e-ach-y!"
Breathlessly they watched the two players advance toward the green. Barbara had outdriven her opponent but she topped her second. Carol Day, playing a brassie, put her ball well up. Barbara recovered on her third shot, carried the bunker which guarded the green twenty yards from it, and laid her ball on the edge of the green. Carol's third caught the top of the bunker, shot into the air and dropped back into the sand pit!
"Oh-h!" breathed Peggy delightedly into Keineth's ear. She knew it was the worst bunker on the course.