Capitolo 61
I don't know how to give account of Miss Harding has improved playing. It was
not in the minimum it likes that some day when we was alone. For the whole one
eighteen holes that she has played consolidate, constant sweater. It was not bright,
but it was a praiseworthy exposure for a woman. You held on the course,
only failed two walks, and he/she didn't rarely succeed in finding distance and direction.
Not until us we had played intermediary around and Harding was hopelessly
behind him gives voice to his/her amazement.
"This is the time you have down the old man and out, Jokes", he said,
after she had made the ninth hole in four to the his/her fourteen. "I will admit
what a makeup there is on this game to which I am not on, but You only
attended; You as soon as it waits. I seem to strike 'the em every right, but it confuses 'em, them
right doesn't go. I don't understand him/it. I would have betted a million dollars
against a cigar of perfecto that I could drive more distant a ball that a
125-pound the girl, even if she is my daughter."
"We will cancel our bet, the Mr. Harding", I suggested, it satisfied that us
the era fallen from the reared of the pedestal from his/her conceitedness.
"We won't cancel anything, he quickly declared. "Put him/it to bath as firm ground to me
as You; I will also get with everybody of you in front of the season you/he/she is ended."
Any language can describe the game played by the magnate of platform. His
playing they put you/he/she was completed by worse fortune. A predatory cow
swallowed his/her ball. He drove another one in the bifurcate baton of a tree, hit
Carter in the tibial crest, broke a window in the house of baton, you/he/she lacerated his/her pantalonis,
twisted his/her thumb, and it poisoned his/her hands with ivy while it was looking for
a lost ball. He conversed a lot when Miss Harding was not
nearby.
Notch him in his/her baton from which he held result it became so numerous, and
them so it weakened the auction, that he finally broke him/it; also one of the