She must draw the line somewhere, even if she had led him on by pouting.

She stepped quickly to the door of the Elite Bootery.
"He'll come back all right," said Sharon.

"Say, did I ever tell you how he got me to shootin' a good round of golf?
I tried it first with the wooden bludgeons, and couldn't ever make the little round lawns under seven or eight--parties snickering their fool heads off at me.

So I says I can never make the bludgeons hit right.

I don't seem to do more'n harass the ball into 'em, so he says try an iron all the way.