Why, it will
be breakfast-time before they get in.
Suddenly there came a crash, and some substance striking against
the blind fell upon the floor. I sprang out of bed and threw open
the window.
A red-haired young gentleman, scantily clad in a sweater and a pair
of flannel trousers, stood on the lawn below me.
"Good morning," he said cheerily. "Do you mind throwing me back my
ball?"
"What ball?" I said.
"My tennis ball," he answered. "It must be somewhere in the room;
it went clean through the window."
I found the ball and threw it back to him,
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"What are you doing?" I asked. "Playing tennis?"
"No," he said. "I am just practising against the side of the
house. It improves your game wonderfully."
"It don't improve my night's rest," I answered somewhat surlily I
fear. "I came down here for peace and quiet. Can't you do it in
the daytime?"
"Daytime!" he laughed. "Why it has been daytime for the last two
hours. Never mind, I'll go round the other side."
He disappeared round the corner, and set to work at the back, where
he woke up the dog.
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