is one of the finest holes
in the country--think of idling an hour away on the most perfect golf
afternoon you ever saw, and repeating line after line of verse
descriptive of "meadows green and sylvan shades," and all that sort of
thing!

We did that! I would not believe it, but I actually felt sorry for the
chaps who went past us, their minds absorbed in the mere struggle to see
which would take the fewer numbers of strokes in putting golf balls in
certain round holes. Honestly I pitied them.

And they envied me. I could see that. The arrival of Miss Harding has
created a sensation, and it was no small honour to play the first game
with her. Of course Marshall, Chilvers, Pepper and other married men
hardly noticed me, but Thomas, Boyd, Roberts and such young gallants
smiled, bowed and looked longingly in my direction.

It took us more than five hours to play twelve holes, and I have played
twice around in less than that. I have not the slightest idea what my
score is, and that is something which never before happened to me.
Carter wins a dozen balls, and he can have them, or a dozen dozen for
all I care.

Miss Harding has promised to play with me again.

ENTRY NO. VII

TWO BOYS FROM BUCKFIELD

When Harding was in the city he purchased a huge golf bag, the most
wonderful assortment of clubs imaginable, also two golf suits and a
bewildering array of shirts, caps, scarfs, shoes and other articles that
some dealers assured him were necessary for the proper playing of the
game.

"If I have got to play this fool game, and I suppose there is no way I
can get out of it," he said to me, looking down disdainfully at his
knickerbockered legs and taking an extra hitch on his new leather belt,
"I may as well have the regulation uniform. How do I look?"

I told him the suit was very becoming. He was a sight! On his huge,
bushy head was a Scotch cap, and it is certain that no clan stands
sponsor for that bewildering plaid. The silk shirt was a beauty, but it
did not harmonise with the burning red of his coat, with its cuffs and
collar of vivid green.

His trousers were of another plaid, but I should say that his stockings
were the dominating feature of his make-up. They were of green and gray,
the stripes running around instead of up and down, the effect being, of
course, to emphasise the appearance of stoutness. When you pull a thick
stocking or legging over an eighteen-inch calf you have done something
which