“Oh, pretty place!” Sally applauded from the side lines.
The Red Twins lost the first game of their serve and the second fell before Phyllis’ smashing delivery. They won the third and fourth.
The twins had an easy time with the fifth and sixth. Bess and May were quarreling so that they were easy victims before Phyllis and Janet’s perfect team-work.
After the first set, the result of the match was a certainty. They stopped after the fourth game and were received with salvos of applause.
Janet swayed a little as she walked off the court. Her wrist was sending blinding pains up her arm and she could not wait to tear off the strip of adhesive plaster that bound it so cruelly.
Sally and Daphne noticed her pallor and went to her.
“Get me a drink, will you, Taffy?” Janet said, weakly sitting down on the bench in a sudden fit of awful weakness.
She pulled off the bandage and disclosed an angry red swelling.
“Oh, Jane, and we thought your wrist was all a joke!” Sally exclaimed. “How awful, and archery—”
“Don’t,” Janet said swiftly. “If you remind me of it, I’ll weep.”