“But you said he wasn't to be like you.”
“He! who in the world do you mean by he?”
“Why, your angel, of course.”
“My angel! You don't really suppose that my angel is to be a man.”
“I have no time to think about it. Look, they are putting those targets quite crooked. You are responsible for the targets; we must go and get them straight.”
They walked across the ground towards the targets, and Tom settled them according to his notions of opposites.
“After all, archery is slow work,” he said, when the targets were settled satisfactorily. “I don't believe anybody really enjoys it.”
“Now that is because you men haven't it all to yourselves. You are jealous of any sort of game in which we can join. I believe you are afraid of being beaten by us.”
“On the contrary, that is its only recommendation, that you can join in it.”
“Well, I think that ought to be recommendation enough. But I believe it is much harder than most of your games. You can't shoot half so well as you can play cricket, can you?”