"They have that appearance. Why not?"
"They'll cramp my style horribly; I like to be free."
"Can't you be free in French for once?"
"Most unsatisfying. Why didn't you get boys?"
"The caddy-master says (a) girls are better; (b) he has no boys; (c) all the boys he has are booked by plutocrats with season tickets."
"Oh, all right. Here are your clubs—the pro. gave me the only two sets he had available. You're a bit taller than I am, so I've given you the long ones."
I looked at them critically.
"Doesn't a pair of stilts go with them?" I asked.
"Well, mine are worse. Just a bundle of toothpicks. Here, catch hold, Lucy."
Mabel teed up for me. I selected a driver about the length of a telegraph pole and swept my ball away. It stopped just short of the first bunker.