Nothing succeeds like success!
The York Hill team quickened and became tense during those last few seconds like a great orchestra for the finale of a symphony, in answer to the conductor's baton. Patricia felt a thrill of pride. How magnificently the team was responding—they were playing like one person—and that person meant to win—there could be no doubt of it.
"Fifteen-fifteen," said the umpire calmly.
Judith standing quietly beside Nancy wanted to shriek and shout like a young savage—"We're going to beat you! We're going to beat you—yah!"
Fifteen-seventeen! Good for Althea!
Ah, Pamela Price has scored!
"Good play," said York, generously applauding a neat shot.
Seventeen-all—and a minute more to play!
Althea has the ball—no, there it is—Patricia's got it—
That must be Pamela again—no, Catherine has it!