"What in the world do you want so many sticks for, child?" she inquired of Amanda.
"Oh, they are for—for different sorts of ground," Amanda explained feebly; and she cast an agonised glance at our driver, who had obviously overheard, and was chuckling in an offensive manner.
We both looked hastily and furtively round us when we arrived. We were early, however, and fortune was kind to us; there was no one else there.
"Perhaps you would like to watch us a little first, just to see how the game goes?" Amanda suggested sweetly.
"Not at all!" was Aunt Susannah's brisk rejoinder. "I've come here to play, not to look on. Which stick——?"
"Club—they are called clubs," said Amanda.
"Why?" inquired Aunt Susannah.
"I—I don't know," faltered Amanda. "Do you Laurence?"
I did not know, and said so.
"Then I shall certainly call them sticks," said Aunt Susannah decisively. "They are not in the least like clubs."