Richards-Tilden. Mrs. Vincent Richards was in a pet. It was her birthday and it seemed to her that, even if he was up against long Will Tilden in the final of the Metropolitan grass court championship, her blond, child-faced young husband might have remembered to get her some keepsake. On the way out to the Crescent Athletic Club courts in Brooklyn, she told him as much, calmly but with frigid point.
Vincent scarcely heard her. He was moodily eyeing a grey sky and puddles in the road. Vaguely he answered: "You'll have one...
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