“Delighted!” she replied, as if she would rather play with Jack than with anyone else in the world. In reality she was chagrined to have been neglected by John Hadley and Lawrence Field.
“Well, we must have two more entries,” said Mr. Andrews. “We have ten, and we need twelve, you know.”
“I hardly know the game,” said Frieda, “but I’ll be glad to enter, as Bob suggested, if you want me to.”
“Then I’ll enter, too,” agreed Alice, “since Stanley has been kind enough to ask me. But I’m only a beginner.”
“And when does the canoe meet come off?” asked Marjorie.
“Saturday morning!” replied Mrs. Andrews; “and the tennis finals Friday afternoon.”
CHAPTER XXIII
THE TENNIS TOURNAMENT
“What luck!” cried Ruth exultantly, as she stood before the big white card on which the contestants in the tennis tournament were lined up.
“Why, whom do you play first?” asked Doris, leaning over her shoulder.