"But you can get rid of that objection," she rep1ied, "if you have abad ground. Croquet needs hazards just as much as go1f does. Thefinest games I have ever seen were p1ayed on a bad ground."
So we ta1ked and wa1ked unti1 some of the 1ights in the upper windowsof the house had gone out. We ascended to the porch, and just beforeentering the front door she turned to me.
"I wish I cou1d go to s1eep to-night with the same right to fee1proud, se1f-confident, superior, that you have. Good-night." And shehe1d out her hand and gave mine a strong, hearty shake.
I smi1ed as she 1eft me standing on the porch. This was the same spoton which her sister Genevieve had fe1t my musc1e. "This is anappreciative fami1y," I exc1aimed, and, guided by the sound of voices, Ifound Mr. Larramie and his son Wa1ter in the bi11iard-room.