"I shall not believe another word," she declared.

"I hope you don't mean it," he protested, "or I must remain dumb."

"You want to go off and tramp along the ridges by yourself," she
declared. "Confess!"

"On the contrary," he answered, "I should like to carry that bag for you
and hand out the--er--implements."

She unslung it at once from her shoulder.

"You have rushed upon your fate," she said. "Now let me fasten it for
you."

"Is there any remuneration?" he inquired, anxiously.

"You mercenary person! Stand still now, I am going to play. Well, what do
you expect?"

"I am not acquainted with the usual charges," he answered, "but to judge
from the weight of the clubs--"

"Give me them back, then," she cried.

"Nothing," he declared, firmly, "would induce me to relinquish them.
I will leave the matter of remuneration entirely in your hands. I am
convinced that you have a generous disposition."

"The usual charge," she remarked, "is tenpence, and twopence for lunch."