"Their name is Leithcourt, and they've asked me to drive you over there to tennis this afternoon." "I'm not much of a player, you know, aunt.

In Italy we don't believe in athletics.

But if it's out of politeness, of course, I'll go." "Very well," she said.

"Then I'll order the victoria for three." "There are several nice girls there, Gordon," remarked my uncle mischievously.

"You have a good time, so don't think you are going to be bored." "No fear of that," was my answer.