The suggested penance appeared to attract Jones.
"Give up golf—which I am perfectly mad about," repeated the Dryad, "just because you were horrid when I tried to help you."
"That will be delightful," said Jones, naïvely. "We will hunt Ajax together—all day, every day——"
"Oh, I shall catch—something—the first time I try," observed the Dryad, airily. She teed up a practice ball, hit it a vicious whack, followed its flight with narrowing blue eyes, and, turning placidly upon Jones, smiled a dangerous smile.
"If I don't catch an Ajax before you do I'll forfeit anything you please," she said.
"I'll take it," said Jones.
"But," cried the Dryad, "what do you offer against it?"
"Whatever I ask from you," he said, deliberately.
"You are somewhat vague, Mr. Jones."