The Red Twins came in and put an end to further discussion. They had recovered long since from their attack of measles and they had returned from the Infirmary very chastened in spirit—as Sally said, “the spirit of Hilltop was beginning to work.” They were still too serious about every competition they entered, and they had not grown any fonder of each other during their illness.
It was the rules of the contest that everyone must use the regulation bows. The Twins had their own special make that they practiced with, preferring them in a superior way to the ones the school supplied.
They had them with them now and Sally and Janet stopped to admire them.
“Don’t you think it mean we can’t use them in the contest?” Bess asked in aggrieved tones.
“No, I don’t, it would hardly be fair. You wouldn’t want an advantage, would you?” Sally replied.
“I don’t see why not,” May said sulkily. “If we can have them, then we’re lucky and we ought to benefit by our luck.”
Janet and Sally did not bother to reply. They left the gym and climbed the steep back stairs.
“The more I see of those girls, the more I detest them,” Janet said with feeling.
“I know,” Sally agreed. “I begin to think they are possible and improving, and then they say a thing like that.”
“Hopeless,” Janet announced, and the Red Twins were discarded as unfit for further conversation.