"Your nose is the nose of dainty Columbine," said I. "Dream noses, they call them. And you know that mulberry bushes don't figure in that game any more than the bells of St. Clement Danes are ever used by children playing 'Oranges and lemons.'" "Admit it was a floater on your part, and I'll let you play a round with me." "I--er--confess, upon consideration, that the allusion--" "That'll do," she said, laughing. I rose. She put out a hand, and I drew her to her feet. "My clubs are just by that rock there. Do you think you can manage Hans Andersen?" "Every time," said I, picking up the book. I shouldered her clubs and together we scrambled over the rise and down towards the fifth tee. "Oh, I told you I adored you, didn't I?" I said suddenly. "I don't think so." "Surely I did. Perhaps you were asleep." "Asleep!" she said scornfully. "I was awake all the time. I nearly died when you began to read." I stopped short and looked at her. "You are a deceitful witch." I said. "A what witch?" "The which to adore," said I. After the fourth hole the course lies inland. For the next ten holes you play directly away from the sea. Then the fifteenth takes a sharp turn to the left, skirting the deer-park of Mote Abbey, while the sixteenth bears to the left again, heading straight for the club-house and the coast once more. My lady was a pretty player. I gave her two strokes a hole and led till the fourteenth, but on that green she holed a ten-foot putt which made us all square. If she hadn't sliced her drive from the fifteenth tee, it would have been a beautiful shot. We watched it curl over the grey wall into the sunshot park. "Out of bounds, I suppose," said I. "What a pity, pretty Princess." "Not at all," she replied. "It was a lovely shot. You can't do better than follow that line." "Into the deer-park?" "Why not? It's much prettier." "I'm sure it is," said I. "But what of that? Unless somebody's moved it since this morning, the green's about a hundred and twenty yards away from the wall on this side. To say nothing of the fact that the park's private property, while there's a notice-board about three feet square, beginning 'Golfers are requested to remember,' at the one place where a giant might effect an entrance." "Yes," she said quietly, "I got brother to put that board there. We tried to make it polite. The caddies used to frighten the deer so." I just stood and looked at her. The three smiles blazed back at me. In silence I turned and teed up. Then I drove after her ball into the fair park.