Her appearance was extraordinarily unlike that of all the pretty and graceful women grouped beneath the cedar tree.

And yet it was in no sense masculine--or, to use a more appropriate word, mannish; for everything strong is masculine; but a woman who apes an appearance of strength which she does not possess, is mannish;--rather was it so truly feminine that she could afford to adopt a severe simplicity of attire, which suited admirably the decided plainness of her features, and the almost massive proportions of her figure.
She stepped into the circle beneath the cedar, and took one of the half-dozen places immediately vacated by the men, with the complete absence of self-consciousness which always characterised her.
"What did you go round in, Miss Champion ?" inquired one of the men.
"My ordinary clothes," replied Jane; quoting Punch, and evading the question.
But Billy burst out: "She went round in--" "Oh, be quiet, Billy," interposed Jane.

"You and I are practically the only golf maniacs present.

Most of these dear people are even ignorant as to who 'bogie' is, or why we should be so proud of beating him.
Where is my aunt?
Poor Simmons was toddling all over the place when we went in to put away our clubs, searching for her with a telegram." "Why didn't you open it ?" asked Myra.
"Because my aunt never allows her telegrams to be opened.

She loves shocks; and there is always the possibility of a telegram containing startling news.