They stood and watched him.
"Stanley's a nice dog," said Hollanden.
"Indeed he is!" replied the girl fervently.
Presently Hollanden remarked: "Well, don't let's fight any more, particularly since we can't decide what we're fighting about.

I can't discover the reason, and you don't know it, so----" "I do know it.

I told you very plainly." "Well, all right.

Now, this is the way to work that slam: You give the ball a sort of a lift--see!--underhanded and with your arm crooked and stiff.

Here, you smash this other ball into the net.