It's there they score for the cup, and there when the bag is counted, the traps are ready to carry you home again." ...

And to Siward: "Will you draw for your lady, Sir?
It is the custom." "Are you my 'lady' ?" he asked, turning to Sylvia.
"Do you want me ?" In the smiling lustre of her eyes the tiniest spark flashed out at him--a hint of defiance for somebody, perhaps for Major Belwether who had taken considerable pains to enlighten her as to Siward's condition the night before; perhaps also for Quarrier, who had naturally expected to act as her gun-bearer in emergencies.

But the gaily veiled malice of the one had annoyed her, and the cold assumption of the other had irritated her, and she had, scarcely knowing why, turned her shoulder to both of these gentlemen with an indefinite idea of escaping a pressure, amounting almost to critical importunity.
"I'm probably a poor shot ?" she said, looking smilingly, straight into Siward's eyes.

"But if you'll take me--" "I will with pleasure," he said; "Dawson, do we draw for position?
Very well then"; and he drew a slip of paper from the box offered by the head keeper.
"Number seven!" said Sylvia, looking over his shoulder.

"Come out to the starting line, Mr.Siward.All the positions are marked with golf-discs.
What sort of ground have we ahead, Dawson ?" "Kind o' stiff, Miss," grinned the keeper.