“I wouldn’t play with him, he’s too silly,” said Ruth.
“You’re afraid of being beaten,” challenged Roy.
“By you? You don’t even know how to volley.”
“I know how to jolly,” Roy came back.
They played much to Harry’s amusement, which was just what Garry wanted, and Roy was ignominiously vanquished.
“Now you’re supposed to say ‘Deuce’!” Ruth called to him.
“I don’t use such language,” answered Roy.
“Bat it over there, silly, and then say ‘My advantage!’”
“I wouldn’t take advantage of a girl,” he answered.
It was no wonder he was beaten.