What's up?
Thought it was golf, from the crowd over here." He stretched himself beside them on the grass.
"Golf!" answered Bartlett Cloud contemptuously.

"I don't believe you ever think of anything except golf, Out! Do you ever wake up in the middle of the night trying to drive the pillow out of the window with a bed-slat ?" "Oh, sometimes," answered Outfield West smilingly.

"There's a heap more sense in being daft over a decent game like golf than in going crazy about football.

It's just a kid's game." "Oh, is it ?" growled Bartlett Cloud.

"I'd just like to have you opposite me in a good stiff game for about five minutes.