swished in an are through the air. He kept his head down. He had made a glorious drive.
Christabel stood in hurt silence, supported on one side by a shadowy Maurice, who lifted her white hand and kissed it, on the other by a shadowy sympathetic Austin. Again Curtis bent in a slight bow, again his joined hands slowly lifted.
"Curtis, really!"
"It's all in keeping your left arm straight," he told her, dreamily.
"Please try to be ready to receive our guests," she said. Feeling utterly wasted, she went to say good night to Michael and Marigold.
"Oh, Mummy, Mummy, my darlingest Mummy! Read us a story!"
"Read us Uncle Wiggly in the paper!"
"Uncle Wiggly! Darlings! You know Mummy never reads you anything like that."
"Daddy does."
"You know Mummy only reads you things that are beautiful or true."
