The second day after our visit to Bishop's, Miss Lawrence called me aside on the veranda, and I could see that some great secret had possession of her. "I wish to ask a favour of you, Mr. Smith," she said, after beating about the brush for a minute. "Anything at my command is yours," I said. "I have come to you," she said, "because I know that you are one of the members of the club who can keep a secret. Not that this is any tremendous affair," she added, a blush faintly touching her cheek, "but I don't care to have everybody know it." I assured her that wild horses could not drag from me any confidence reposed. "I want to borrow some of your clubs," she faltered. "My clubs?" "Yes; some old ones which you do not use regularly." "You may have any or all the clubs I have," I assured her. "When do you wish them?" "Right now." She was silent a moment, and I was too mystified to frame any comment. "I am going to tell you all about it," she impulsively declared, laying her little hand on my arm. "I want them for Mr. Wallace!" "Mr. Wallace?" I repeated. At that instant I could not think whom she meant. "Mr. Bishop's assistant." "Oh, yes!" I exclaimed. By a mighty effort I kept from smiling. It was the first time I had heard a "hired man" called an "assistant," and I have heard them called many names. "Do you remember that at the dinner I said Mr. Wallace had promised to teach me the St. Andrews swing?" she asked, her eyes bright with excitement. "Yes." "I took my first lesson yesterday afternoon. Miss Ross and I went over to Mr. Bishop's after dinner, as we arranged we should during the dance. We put our clubs in my auto when no one was looking, and went by a roundabout way to the big sheep pasture to the east of the farmhouse. Do you know where it is?" "Perfectly." "It was still half an hour from sunset, and Mr. Wallace was there waiting for us. Mr. Smith," clasping her hands, "you should see that gentleman play golf!" "I had an idea he could play from the moment he lofted your sliced ball over the fence that afternoon," I said. "Can you go with us?" she asked suddenly. "Miss Ross and I promised Mr. Wallace we would come over this afternoon an I bring a set of men's clubs with us, and it would be just splendid for you to go with us. Will you go, Mr. Smith?" I assured her it would be a pleasure. At that moment Miss Harding appeared, and we quickly decided to let her into the secret. "Mr. Wallace said he would arrange with Mr. Bishop to get away from his work an hour or so any time we came over this afternoon," explained Miss Lawrence, "so there will be no deception on his part." "Oh, you should see him drive!" exclaimed Miss Ross, raising her eyes as if following a ball which was travelling an enormous distance. "And he did not dare hit them hard for fear of breaking my club. It was perfectly lovely!" [Illustration: "We ran the auto into the sheep pasture"] "And approach!" added Miss Lawrence.