“I declare!” ejaculated Bobby Hargrew; “we’re being whipped out of our boots!”
“I’m doing the best I can!” wailed Roberta Fish.
“Nobody’s blaming you, child,” Jess Morse hastened to say.
“Not at all,” added Laura. “I haven’t a single complaint to make about your work, Roberta.”
“But there’s something lacking somewhere,” declared Dorothy Lockwood.
“We might as well admit that these Keyport girls are better at basketball than we are,” said her twin.
“My gracious!” cried Bobby. “They’re better than we ever dared to be!”
“No!” cried Laura. “That is not so.”
“What’s the answer, then, Miss Captain?” demanded the irrepressible.
“We must play up to each other, that’s all,” said the captain. “Our playing is loose.”