I think the intuitive dictum of the Army girl was right.
"Now _wasn't_ that like Ellen!" exclaimed Kitty, when finally we found ourselves at her carriage--"just _like_ that girl.

Just _wasn't_ it _like_ that _girl_! To fly in the face of the Supreme Court of the State, and all the laws of sport as well! Jack, I was keeping count," she held out her ivory tablets.

"You'd have beaten him sure, and I wanted to see you do it.

You were one ahead, and would have made it better in the next twenty-five.

Oh, won't I talk to that girl when I see her!" "So that was Ellen!" I said to Kitty.
"The very same.