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In an athletic generation Phyllis was an anachronism. She was the sort of girl one's great-grandmother was, only better-looking -- one's great-grandmother, if there is any truth in oil and canvas, having been neatly and roundly turned out of a peg of wood. Phyllis played no game well, unless gardening is a game. She liked to embroider and to write long letters in a wonderfully neat hand. She disliked intensely the roaring of firearms and the diabolic flopping of fresh-caught fish. She was one of those people who never look at a sunset or a moonrise or a flower without actually seeing them, and yet, withal, her sisters Lee and Gay looked upon her with a certain awe and respect. She was so strong in the wrists and fingers that she could hold them when they were rambunctious. And she was only afraid of things that aren't in the least dangerous.
"No," they said, "she can't fish and shoot and row and play tennis and dive and swim under water, but she's the best dancer in the family -- probably in the world -- and the best sport."