They shot meaning glances at each other, and then, as though reassured that I was mystified and uncertain, the man who called himself Woodroffe explained to my companion------ "I've been over to Newton Stewart with Fred all day, and only got back a quarter of an hour ago.

Aren't you playing any more to-day ?" "I think not," was her reply.

"We've been out there the whole afternoon, and I'm rather tired.

But they're still on the lawn.

You can surely get a game with someone." "If you don't play, I shan't.