“Don’t blame me, old scout. Write to dad about it. I wanted to, all right. Put something on and let’s do something.”
“What is there to do?”
“I’ll play you a set of tennis. It won’t be bad if we take it easily.”
“Tennis! I see myself racing around a court a day like this! How hot is it, anyway?”
“About two hundred in the shade. Then why stay in the shade? Say, Bert, what sort of a captain is Ted going to make?”
“Good.”
“I wonder!”
“Don’t see why not. He’s popular, and he’s a good player——”
“Yes, but he isn’t awfully—oh, you know what I mean; he isn’t exactly brilliant, eh?”