“A blue!” Janet almost screamed. “Just one point more than she needed to beat Louise.”
Sally threw down her bow, and came back to them.
“So much for that,” she said grinning.
“Sally Ladd, I declare you’re a caution!” Poppy squeezed her hand. “Whatever made you take such a terrible chance, child?”
“Oh, life’s a chance,” Sally replied airily. “When I’m in a hole, I always trust in my luck, and it never fails me.”
From that minute “Sally’s luck” was added to the phrases of Hilltop.
[CHAPTER XII—Janet to the Rescue]
Daphne was the next up, after two more new wing girls had made creditable scores.
“She looks like Diana herself,” Miss Hull said, to the old gentleman who was sitting beside her, and indeed Daphne’s beauty never showed to such advantage, as when she stood beside her bow. But alas! looks are not everything. Although the beautiful curve of Daphne’s arm, covered by its sheer angel sleeve, was grace itself, the refractory arrows fell almost anywhere but on the target. Only one struck home, and marked the red.
“Three,” Prue wrote the number down slowly.