"Marry Amelia," I echoed, moistening my pencil.
"Where do you play this—what's-its-name—golf?"
"There are clubs all over the country. I belong to the Wissahicky Glen."
"That a good place?"
"Very good."
"Arrange today for my becoming a member."
Sandy McHoots arrived in due course, and was shown into the private office.
"Mr. McHoots?" said Vincent Jopp.
"Mphm!" said the Open Champion.