“It isn’t all plum cake and lemonade, girls, even to beat West High and Lumberport——”
“Oh, my!” croaked Bobby. “See what we did to West High last time without Hester.”
“That was a fluke,” declared the captain.
“Why, they’re babies!” said Josephine Morse, confidently. “And Lumberport as well.”
“Don’t get the idea in your head that we are going to whip any team so easily. That’s when we are going to lose,” urged Laura. “Being too sure is as bad as being careless in your play.”
“Now she is hitting me,” grumbled her chum.
“Well, Jess, if the cap fits, put it on.”
“But do let us encourage ourselves, Mother Wit,” cried one of the twins. “Goodness knows, we need it.”
“That’s right,” said her sister. “We’ve had such bad luck!”
“Aw, she’s a regular old croaker!” shouted Bobby, dancing up and down. “We are going to win every game from now on!”