"I am requested to announce," called out the steward in a high "lecture-hall voice," as Dwight named it, "that all those present who wish to pitch gromets are invited to join the game. Each side will select a captain; Huri and Tegeloo, here, will pick up the rings that go astray; I will chalk up the tally on this blackboard, and after the game is over the persons showing the biggest and smallest scores shall be given prizes by the captains of the winning and losing teams. Speak up for your captains, please!"
"Why not have the twin sisters?" called out Mr. Lawrence, and at the same instant a voice proposed, "Mrs. Campbell for one!"
But this suggestion was drowned in a shout of applause.
"Yes, yes, let it be the twins—the captain's daughters!" and so it was decided.
Blushing and beautiful, the girls stood up opposite each other, and began calling up their teams.
"Mrs. Vanderhoff," cried Hope.
"Lady Moreham," said Faith.
"Mrs. Poinsett."
"Mrs. Windemere."
"Miss Vanderhoff.