"Confess!" "On the contrary," he answered, "I should like to carry that bag for you and hand out the--er--implements." She unslung it at once from her shoulder.
"You have rushed upon your fate," she said.

"Now let me fasten it for you." "Is there any remuneration ?" he inquired, anxiously.
"You mercenary person! Stand still now, I am going to play.

Well, what do you expect ?" "I am not acquainted with the usual charges," he answered, "but to judge from the weight of the clubs--" "Give me them back, then," she cried.
"Nothing," he declared, firmly, "would induce me to relinquish them.
I will leave the matter of remuneration entirely in your hands.

I am convinced that you have a generous disposition." "The usual charge," she remarked, "is tenpence, and twopence for lunch." "I will take it in kind!" he said.
She laughed gaily.
"Give me a mashie, please." He peered into the bag.
"Which of these clubs now," he asked, "rejoices in that weird name ?" She helped herself, and played her shot.
"I couldn't think," she said, firmly, "of paying the full price to a caddie who doesn't know what a mashie is." "I will be thankful," he murmured, "for whatever you may give me--even if it should be that carnation you are wearing." She shook her head.
"It is worth more than tenpence," she said.
"Perhaps by extra diligence," he suggested, "I might deserve a little extra.

By the bye, why does your partner, Mr.Lindsay, isn't it, walk by himself all the time ?" "He probably thinks," she answered, demurely, "that I am too familiar with my caddie." "You will understand," he said, earnestly, "that if my behaviour is not strictly correct it is entirely owing to ignorance.