I'm a rotten hand at cards.

Can't win, and can't leave 'em alone." As though for this weakness, so frankly confessed, he begged me to excuse him, he smiled appealingly.

"Poker, bridge, chemin de fer, I like 'em all," he rattled on, "but they don't like me.

So I stick to solitaire.

It's dull, but cheap." He shuffled the cards clumsily.