Somewhat to the astonishment of the Holt family, Robert seconded the invitation.
“I'll bet, Robert,” said Mr. Spence, gallantly, “that Miss Leffingwell can put it over both of us.”
“Indeed, I can't play at all,” exclaimed Honora in confusion. “And I shouldn't think of spoiling your match. And besides, I am going to drive with Susan.”
“We can go another day, Honora,” said Susan.
But Honora would not hear of it.
“Come over with me this afternoon, then,” suggested Mr. Spence, “and I'll give you a lesson.”
She thanked him gratefully.
“But it won't be much fun for you, I'm afraid,” she added, as they left the dining room.
“Don't worry about me,” he answered cheerfully. He was dressed in a checked golf costume, and wore a pink shirt of a new pattern. And he stood in front of her in the hall, glowing from his night's sleep, evidently in a high state of amusement.
“What's the matter?” she demanded.