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Having come to civilized regions we thought we would act accordingly, and therefore, last week, invited our friends and neighbours to tea and tennis. We have an excellent gravelled court, close to the bungalow, which was originally the barbecue of a now disused store.
Two things about it would strike a new comer; the ends are protected by a stockade of bamboo stems; and the courts instead of being marked out with whitening, or white paint have lines of thin rope tightly drawn and securely fastened. At first this struck me as being a very dangerous plan, I expected every moment to see a player catch his foot in the rope, and fall headlong; but I was assured "it was the custom of Ceylon," and that no accident ever happened.