“What a pity!” Miss Hull said, but she noted Daphne’s cheerful little smile, and nodded to herself. “Sally Ladd has very good taste in friends,” she said, as her eyes traveled to the Twins, and then back to Daphne.
“Can’t say I made a very brilliant success,” Daphne was saying, and she threw herself down on the grass beside Janet.
“Well, one landed, and it was a red anyway,” Janet tried to be consoling.
“And that’s more than many of the new girls have made,” Sally added.
“I’ll be with you in a minute, Taffy,” Phyllis laughed. “Just wait until the Red Twins have had their turn.”
“Hush, here they come now,” Gladys cautioned.
A silence fell on the spectators as they awaited the victory of the new wing. Even the faculty felt it, and though they tried to be happy, they were conscious of a persistent little feeling of disappointment.
Bess Ward was the first one up. She shrugged her shoulders just to show she was not in the least nervous, then she strung her bow, struck a rather extravagant attitude, and loosed her first arrow.
She made a red. A faint cheer followed it.
The Red Twins were far from popular with their own wing, but anything or anybody that could enlarge the score was welcome.