“Playing tennis?” she said.
“That’s what,” I told her.
“I can beat you with my left hand,” she said.
“All right,” I said, “I’m coming over to-morrow to find out. You go home and practice. You finish your bee-line hike and we’ll finish ours and to-morrow afternoon at two o’clock——”
“Will you be sure to be there?” she said.
“Positively guaranteed,” I told her. “Good-by.”
“Why don’t you say ‘so long’ like you do to boys?” she wanted to know.
“So long, see you later,” I called.
She was awful funny, that girl.