“Ann, you’re up after Kitty,” Gwen said as she hurried by. “Mind, you do us proud.”
“Do my best,” Ann replied shortly. She was working her fingers to take some of the stiffness out of them.
Kitty took her place marked by white tape.
“She’s too little to be really dangerous,” Phyllis laughed, as she strung her bow.
Kitty shot rapidly, but with a nice precision. Only one of her arrows went astray, and that pinned the leg in the target.
The other four hit. Two on the white, counting two, one on the red, counting three. Kitty waited an effective moment before she loosed the fifth.
“Make it a bulls-eye,” one of the Red Twins shouted.
The arrow went its way through the air, and bore deep into the broad red circle.
“Making eight in all,” Prue said in satisfaction. “Ann will do better than that.”
“Look,” Sally pointed across the lawn, where the Red Twins were sitting, their special bows lying across their knees. Kitty and Louise Brown were swooping down upon them.