The other two were glad when she was called home, so that Patricia could enjoy the undivided attention of the coach.

The coach was glad, but only because his boredom was diminished by half; and Patricia, after two mornings alone with him, decided that she knew all of golf that was desirable.
The coach was too stubbornly businesslike; regarded her, she detected, merely as someone who had a lot to learn about the game.

And the going of her little friend had taken a zest from the pursuit of this determinedly golfing and unresponsive male.

He was relieved when she abandoned the sport and when he knew she had gone back to school.
Sometimes on the course when he watched her wild swings a trick of memory brought her back to him as the bony little girl in his own clothes--she was still bony, though longer--with her chopped-off hair and boyish swagger.

Then for a moment he would feel friendly, and smile at her in comradeship, but she always spoiled this when she spoke in her grand new manner of a grown-up lady.
Only Winona grieved when these golf sessions were no more.