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 Rh and stockings, and their white tennis shoes and white, tight jerseys. They are enjoying themselves, ça se voit. It was such fun playing tennis by moonlight, and really, you know, this is quite a little adventure, coming down into the mysterious flower-garden after ten o'clock, all alone, to look for a lost ball. . . . For a while they search and search away among the flower-beds—but find nothing. And after all, what does it matter? There are plenty of other balls in that cardboard box under the hammock on the lawn. Besides, the moon's so wonderfully bright to-night, and it makes one feel so queer, not like a real person at all, more like a nymph, or a fairy, or a sort of doll, or. . . But what was that? Only Scarlet-tie. He too has evidently given up the search; thinking, I suppose, that there are things far