“I used to sometimes,” answered Rodney carelessly. “It’s a girl’s game though.”
The blue-eyed one—he remembered now that she was Matty—smiled. “Would you like to play a game?”
“I don’t mind. I’ll stand you two.”
“I think we’d better each play separately,” said Matty. “You see, May and I play pretty well. We do, don’t we, May?”
“We do,” replied the other gravely.
“All right,” Rodney laughed. “Each for himself then. Have you another mallet and ball?”
May supplied them from a box on the floor of the tumble down, rustic summer-house nearby. “I’ve brought you green,” she announced. “Somehow you suggest green to me, Rodney. Does he to you, Matty?”
“N-no, I think brown,” answered the other twin reflectively. “Perhaps a greenish-brown, though.”
“Oh, I’m not as green as I look. Who goes first?”