Come, Bess.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.' And, with a sweeping courtesy, Josie led the way, with her hat belligerently cocked up, and her racket borne like a triumphal banner over one shoulder; for having had the last word, she felt that she could retire with the honours of war.
Dolly gave Bess his best bow, with the chill on; and Stuffy subsided luxuriously, with his legs in the air, murmuring in a dreamy tone: 'Little Jo is as cross as two sticks today.

I'm going in for another nap: too hot to play anything.' 'So it is.

Wonder if Spitfire was right about these beastly spots ?' And Dolly sat down to try dry cleansing with one of his handkerchiefs.
'Asleep ?' he asked, after a few moments of this cheerful occupation, fearing that his chum might be too comfortable when he was in a fume himself.
'No.

I was thinking that Jo wasn't far wrong about shirking.