"Is that their reputation? Well, perhaps we may be able to break the spell and defeat them on their own ground once."
"'We!' What do you mean by that? It can't be that you will pitch for Camden to-morrow?"
"Will you waltz with me if I'll agree to do so?"
"Yes," was her instant answer.
"Done!" said Frank. "I'll pitch."
Then Diamond struck into a beautiful waltz, and Frank and Phebe were the first on the floor, his arm about her waist, her hand gently clasped in his.