“Well, it’s only that your sister wins everything she can lay her hands on, and it is a satisfaction to see her take a back seat once in a while.”
But when they reached the grounds, they saw the tennis players, hot and tired, walking toward the house.
“Who won?” called Jack.
“And what was the score?” put in Ruth.
“You’ll find out at luncheon,” returned Miss Phillips, teasingly. “Wait and see.”
Ruth suppressed an expression of anger, and made no reply. It seemed to her that Miss Phillips always chose to make herself as irritating as possible. She resolved, however, to say nothing further to Marjorie. But when lunch time came, she was almost consumed with curiosity.
“Let us have the announcements,” said Mr. Andrews, when everyone was served. “Please report in the order your names appear on the tournament card.”
“6–0, 6–2,” announced Ruth, triumphantly, secretly delighted that her name led the list.
Frances Wright and Ethel Todd each reported somewhat similar victories; and then the two Trowbridge girls, who had been invited for luncheon, reported their successes. While everyone was looking for Miss Phillips to report her score, to their great consternation, Marjorie Wilkinson stood up.
“3–6; 8–6; 6–3,” she said smilingly.