"I'm not a good sport--that's why," Billy answered with his usual frankness. "I had a sort of grudge against Keineth because she wouldn't tell me about her father and I'd vowed to get even and I just laid down on that tennis game--until she made me ashamed!" "But she did make you ashamed, Billy?" "Yes--she told me to play square and I just thought then that no one would ever have to tell me to play square more than once!" Mr. Lee laid his arm across the boy's shoulder. "Laddie--these games we play teach us a lot, don't they? There is something in them more than fun and more than the health they give! You've learned a motto to-day that you can pin on your shield when you go out to meet the other matches life offers!" "You can just bet I'll always try to play square! And I'm going now to find Ken and tell her she's a brick!" Mr. Lee watched the boy disappear. Though a smile hovered about his lips, his eyes were serious--the cigar between his fingers had quite gone out. "May he keep that spirit all through life," he was thinking. CHAPTER XV NOT ON THE PROGRAM! Keineth, a little tired after the strain of the tennis match, thought it much more fun to watch the others. Billy had gone into the paddling races, and no one but Mr. Lee and Keineth knew that it was because Keineth had begged him--and he had won and Keineth had been the first to examine the wrist watch he had received as an award. And on Friday the entire family waited eagerly near the eighteenth green of the golf course for Barbara and Carol Day to play up in the final game for the golf championship! Keineth and Peggy held hands tightly in their excitement. "Oh, I can tell by Barb's walk she's ahead," Peggy cried as the two players, their caddies and a small gallery, appeared around the corner of the wood that screened the seventeenth green. "She was two down at the turn and Carol was playing par golf," someone volunteered. "What does down at the turn mean?" whispered Keineth. "The turn's at the end of the ninth hole and a-l-a-s, down means Barb was behind. Pooh, she always plays better when she's down!" A man had just returned from the fifteenth tee. "They were dormie at the sixteenth," the girls heard him say. "What _queer_ words they do use in golf! I thought dormie was a window!" "Oh, Ken," giggled Peggy, "you mean dormer and it's dormie when one player is just as many holes ahead as there are more holes to play. Good gracious!" her face fell, "that means that Barbara will _have_ to win these three holes and she always slices on the eighteenth!" "She won't this time, Peggy! That girl's like steel in a match!" a man nearby broke in. "She's driving first!" Billy cried. "Oh, look--look--look! P-e-ach-y!"