The one was a kindly, sympathetic old party.

I do not think she understood the game; I think it was my doing this innocent thing so early in the morning that appealed to her.

At every stroke I made she bleated: "Go-o-o-d, go-o-o-d ind-e-e-d!" She seemed as pleased as if she had done it herself.
As for the other one, she was a cantankerous, disagreeable old thing, as discouraging to me as her friend was helpful.
"Ba-a-ad, da-a-a-m ba-a-a-d!" was her comment on almost every stroke.

As a matter of fact, some were really excellent strokes; but she did it just to be contradictory, and for the sake of irritating.

I could see that.
By a most regrettable accident, one of my swiftest balls struck the good sheep on the nose.