“Well, and they're all the better for it, I'm sure,” said Tom.
“Yes, that we are,” said Charley.
“I say Charley,” said Tom, “your sister says she is very fond of shooting.”
“Ay, and so she is. And isn't she a good shot too? I believe she would beat you at fifty yards.”
“There now, you see, you need not have been so unbelieving,” said Mary.
“Will you give her a shot at your new hat, Cousin Tom?” said Neddy.
“Yes, Neddy, that I will;” and he added to Mary, “I will bet you a pair of gloves that you don't hit it in three shots.”
“Very well,” said Mary; “at thirty yards.”
“No, no! fifty yards was the named distance.”
“No, fifty yards is too far. Why, you hat is not much bigger than the gold.”