How much have you got ?" Blix had fifty-five cents in her purse, and they had a grave council over their finances.

They had just enough for car-fare and two "suppers Mexican," with ten cents left over.
"That's for Richard's tip," said Blix.
"That's for my CIGAR," he retorted.
"You made ME give him fifty cents.

You said it was the least I could offer him--noblesse oblige." "Well, then, I COULDN'T offer him a dime, don't you see?
I'll tell him we are broke this time." They started home, not as they had come, but climbing the hill and going across a breezy open down, radiant with blue iris, wild heliotrope, yellow poppies, and even a violet here and there.

A little further on they gained one of the roads of the Reservation, red earth smooth as a billiard table; and just at an angle where the road made a sharp elbow and trended cityward, they paused for a moment and looked down and back at the superb view of the ocean, the vast half-moon of land, and the rolling hills in the foreground tumbling down toward the beach and all spangled with wild flowers.
Some fifteen minutes later they reached the golf-links.
"We can go across the links," said Condy, "and strike any number of car lines on the other side." They left the road and struck across the links, Condy smoking his new-lighted pipe.

But as they came around the edge of a long line of eucalyptus trees near the teeing ground, a warning voice suddenly called out: "Fore!" Condy and Blix looked up sharply, and there in a group not twenty feet away, in tweeds and "knickers," in smart, short golfing skirts and plaid cloaks, they saw young Sargeant and his sister, two other girls whom they knew as members of the fashionable "set," and Jack Carter in the act of swinging his driving iron..