"What time do they expect you back?"
"Five sharp. So, of course, I shan't be there. I never am. Play golf, Mr. Scott?"
"Just an average game, Miss Parmenter."
"All right, Cary; I'll take you on for twenty on our handicaps."
"You bet fairly high, don't you?"
"Yes; and what's more, I pay up when I lose. If the bet isn't good enough, just to make it more interesting, I'll throw in the odds of a kiss if you win. Do you know anyone here who'd loan me a pair of shoes?"
That matter being arranged, Cissie, playing with cool precision, proceeded to beat him by three and one.
"Now I'll have a highball, please, and we'll trail for home," she directed. "We won't be more than an hour late if you hit it up with that hearse you drive. Are you going to claim the loser's end of the purse?"
"The loser's? Oh, I see. But I thought that was the winner's."