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He made an effort and summoned a smile.
"All ready," he said. "And since you won't let me teach you,
perhaps I'd better take you home."
"You were going to the club."
"Oh, that's all right. Father's probably found some one."
But she insisted that he drive them both to the club, and turn the
car round there. Then, with a grinding of gear levers that made
him groan, she was off toward home, leaving Graham staring after her.
"Well, can you beat it?" he inquired of the empty air. "Can you
beat it?"
And wounded in all the pride of new manhood, he joined Marion and
her rather riotous crowd around the fire inside the clubhouse.
Clayton had given him up and was going around alone, followed by a
small caddie. The links were empty, and the caddie lonely. He
ventured small bits of conversation now and then, looking up with
admiration at Clayton's tall figure. And, after a little, Clayton
took the bag from him and used him only for retrieving balls. The
boy played round, whistling.


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