And then she began to talk about golf, and after that of croquet.
"I consider that the finest out-door game we have," she said, "because there is more science in it than you find in any of the others.

Your brains must work when you play croquet with intelligent opponents." "The great trouble about it is," I said, "that it is often so easy." "But you can get rid of that objection," she replied, "if you have a bad ground.

Croquet needs hazards just as much as golf does.

The finest games I have ever seen were played on a bad ground." So we talked and walked until some of the lights in the upper windows of the house had gone out.

We ascended to the porch, and just before entering the front door she turned to me.
"I wish I could go to sleep to-night with the same right to feel proud, self-confident, superior, that you have.