Finding his father
obdurate in that, he had urged that the field be thrown open to the
men and their families, save immediately preceding and during the
polo season. But he had failed there, too. Anthony Cardew had
insisted, and with some reason, that to use the grounds for band
concerts and baseball games, for picnics and playgrounds, would ruin
the turf for its legitimate purpose.
Howard had subsequently found other land, and out of his own private
means had carried out his plans, but the location was less desirable.
And he knew what his father refused to believe, that the polo ground,
taking up space badly needed for other purposes, was a continual
grievance.
Suddenly Pink stared ahead.
"I say," he said, "have they changed the rule about that sort of
thing?"
He pointed to the field. A diamond had been roughly outlined on it
with bags of sand, and a ball-game was in progress, boys playing,
but a long line of men watching from the side lines.
"I don't know, but it doesn't hurt anything."
"Ruins the turf, that's all." He stopped the car and got out.
"Look at this sign. It says 'ball-playing or any trespassing
forbidden on these grounds.
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