"Yes, but if there IS a pot of home-made marmalade going with it," I said, "so much the better." "Dahlia, earmark the marmalade for this gentleman. Now, what's it going to be? Golf, Simpson?" "Why, of course," said Myra. "Hasn't he been getting it ready for days?" "That will give him an unfair advantage," I pointed out. "He knows every single brick on the greens." "Oh, I say, there aren't any greens yet," protested Simpson. "That'll take a year or two. But I've marked out white circles and you have to get inside them." "I saw him doing that," said Archie. "I was afraid he expected us to play prisoners' base with him." The game fixed upon, we proceeded to draw for partners. "You'll have to play with me, Archie," said Dahlia, "because I'm no good at all." "I shall have to play with Myra," I said, "because I'm no good at all." "Oh, I'm very good," said Myra. "That looks as though I should have to play with--" "Simpson," "Thomas," said Thomas and Simpson together. "You're all giving me a lot of trouble," said Archie, putting his pencil back in his pocket. "I've just written your names out neatly on little bits of paper, and now they're all wasted. You'll have to stick them on yourselves so that the spectators will know who you are as you whizz past." He handed his bits of paper round and went in for his clubs. It was a stroke competition, and each couple went round by itself. Myra and I started last. "Now we've got to win this," she said, "because we shan't play together again for a long time." "That's a nice cheery thing to say to a person just when he's driving. Now I shall have to address the ball all over again." "Oh, NO!" I addressed and despatched the ball. It struck a wall about eighty yards away and dropped. When we got there we found to our disgust that it was nestling at the very foot. Myra looked at it doubtfully. "Can't you make it climb the wall?" I asked. "We shall have to go back, I'm afraid. We can pretend we left our pocket-handkerchiefs behind." She chipped it back about twenty yards, and I sent it on again about a hundred. Unfortunately it landed in a rut. However Myra got it out with great resource, and I was lucky enough with my next to place it inside the magic circle. "Five," I said. "You know, I don't think you're helping me much. All you did that hole was to go twenty-one yards in the wrong direction." Myra smiled cheerfully at me and did the next hole in one. "Well played, partner," she said, as he put her club back in its bag. "Oh, at the short holes I don't deny that you're useful. Where do we go now?" "Over the barn. This is the long hole." I got in an excellent drive, but unfortunately it didn't aviate quick enough. While the intrepid spectators were still holding their breath, there was an ominous crash. "Did you say IN the barn or OVER the barn?" I asked, as we hurried on to find the damage. "We do play an exciting game, don't we?" said Myra.