“Alice and Stanley,” she replied. “So I guess there is no doubt that Jack and I will reach the second round.”
“And how many sets do we play?” asked Doris, searching for her own name on the card.
“It’s the best out of three, except for the finals—then the best out of five.”
“Well, we won’t worry about the finals, will we, Roger?” she turned smiling toward her partner, who was standing just behind her.
“No, I think David Conner and Ethel Todd will knock us out in short order!”
“Oh, look!” interrupted Ruth. “Poor Marj has to play Miss Phillips and Mr. Remington first! Tough luck!”
“What’s this I hear?” asked Marjorie, just coming into the hall.
Ruth repeated her announcement, and Marjorie contemplated the schedule mournfully. She feared that she would be put out in the first round, unless her partner, Griffith Hunter, were a perfect genius at the game.
“But you can’t expect to win everything,” said Ruth. “You’re pretty sure of the canoe meet——”
The conversation was interrupted by the sound of the gong, summoning them to breakfast. They all turned to answer its welcome call immediately.