“Why shouldn’t I do as I like in my own garden?” demanded her father. “MacDonald ought to be interested in the way my game is coming on⁠—the Scotch are a great golfing nation.”

“You poor old man,” said Bundle. “You’ll never be a golfer⁠—but at any rate it keeps you out of mischief.”

“Not at all,” said Lord Caterham. “I did the long sixth in five the other day. The pro was very surprised when I told him about it.”

“He would be,” said Bundle.

“Talking of Cootes, Sir Oswald plays a fair game⁠—a very fair game. Not a pretty style⁠—too stiff. But straight down the middle every time. But curious how the cloven hoof shows⁠—won’t give you a six-inch putt! Makes you put it in every time. Now I don’t like that.”

“I suppose he’s a man who likes to be sure,” said Bundle.