The olive of the Captain's uniform seemed part of the background of turf and trees--all of it for Ann, so live and so pretty in white and red.
He was seeking to correct her stroke.

Both were much in earnest about it.
It would seem that the whole of Ann's life hung upon that thing of better form in her golf.

Finally she made a fair drive and turned to him jubilantly.

He was commending enthusiastically and Ann quite pranced under his enthusiasm.

Seeing Katie, she waved her hand and pointed off to her ball that Katie, too, might mark the triumph.