My
cousins stay there. Always will. Not but what the fourth and the
seventh holes take some doing. You could manage it, though," he
said encouragingly. "You're doing much better. It's only your
approach shots that are weak."
"You're right. I can't approach for nuts! I shall go to pieces
while you're away--with no one to coach me," I said mournfully.
"I haven't taught you anything," he said, delighted with the
compliment.
"I owe all I've learned to you, anyhow. When will you come back?"
"Look here," he began. "I don't know, your engagements, but I've
no one to play with at Burry Mills. Never have. Why couldn't you
take a few days off and join me there? I warn you it will be
rather dull. It's a throat and gout place-baths, massage,
electricity, and so forth. But the fourth and the seventh holes
really take some doing."
"I'm for the game," I answered valiantly; Heaven well knowing
that I hated every stroke and word of it.
"That's the proper spirit. As their lawyer I must ask you not to
say anything to my cousins about Holmescroft.
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