“So do I. The suspense is awful. Of course we all have a chance, but it’s such a little one.”
“My hand is so shakey now that I’ll never be able even to lift my bow, let alone string it,” Janet complained laughingly.
“Well, never mind, darling, your twin will probably get up and forget every line she ever knew,” Phyllis comforted.
“Let’s go out for a walk, and don’t let’s talk about it,” Daphne suggested suddenly. “I had a letter from mother today,” she began, and until lunch time they discussed home plans, for this was the last Saturday before the holidays.
At two o’clock they went to the gym.
The basket ball game was long and uninteresting. The New Wing supplied most of the players, and it looked as if they would be the final winners of the cup.
Then came the Archery Contest. Once more Janet beat the Red Twins. The change of bows hurt their form. It was never necessary to do it again. Sally’s luck held, and she made a very good score, but there were so many girls, Juniors and Seniors competing, that neither Janet nor Sally felt at all hopeful.
At dinner there was a quiet lull over the dining-room. Hilltop insisted that her girls be good losers above everything else, and there was very little grumbling, but every girl tonight was busy with her own thoughts.
At last the recitations came. Girl after girl stood on the stage in the ballroom and recited lines from Shakespeare.
Not until Phyllis stood quietly before them, were they conscious of a personality. She said Portia’s famous speech simply, but with understanding. She made the girls listen, and when she finished they gave her her just dues.