And so they proceeded, while, quite without intention but with no less
offense, Mrs. Campbell and the young attache were not called until the
very last.
He sprang up eagerly enough, but she barely glanced around.
"Thanks," she drawled, "but it is too warm to play; don't you think so,
Mr. Allyne?"
Now, the young fellow did not think so, by any means, but he felt it
would be rude to leave the lady alone, and besides he would make an odd
one on Faith's side. So he sank back into his chair again with a
reluctant, "Much obliged, but I'll look on a while," and the game
proceeded without them.
It was rather warm work, but luckily a breeze had arisen which somewhat
cooled their flushed cheeks. Presently the captain strolled along and
stood near, to watch the players, laughing silently as he noted the
awkward work they made of it.
"Why don't you join us, Captain?" cried Mrs. Vanderhoff. "Come, Hope,
call up your father," but Faith returned quickly,
"No, indeed! Papa can bucket it every time. It wouldn't be fair to
our side at all."
"No, Captain," called Mr. Lawrence, who could not get the twist of the
wrist that makes the square toss, and was in convulsions over his own
awkwardness, "don't you come and show us up to ignominy by contrast.
Your daughters are proficient enough to prove what their teacher may
be, and I hate to be so outdone."
"I'm catching on, though, uncle Dwight--don't you see?" cried his
nephew, and amid a shout of laughter Mr.
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