They all left the room, finishing their good-nights in the hall.
The twins went straight to bed. Each night at Hilltop saw them thoroughly but happily tired out.
“Do you think the Red Twins have a chance?” Phyllis inquired sleepily.
“Awfully afraid they have,” Janet answered. “I saw them practicing today, and they made awfully good scores.”
“Well, cheer up, perhaps they’ll be nervous tomorrow, with the entire school looking on.”
A muffled chuckle came from the depth of Janet’s pillow.
“What are you laughing at?” Phyllis demanded.
“The idea of the Red Twins being fussed by anything. Why those girls have got the assurance of Diana herself. I wish you could see them string their bows.”
“The responsibility of being the twins for the old wing is growing daily,” Phyllis laughed. “I’m worse than Prue when it comes to a straight eye, so I suppose we’re doomed for one defeat.”
“We’re doomed for no such thing,” Janet denied hotly.