“Now Eight,—your turn.”
“Only one assist.”
“Come up a little further. You can stand there. Every inch counts.”
“My turn to serve?”
“Hit it!”
“O, how could I? A mile above my dear head!”
“What’s the matter with this team? That’s the third time, Isabel, that you’ve knocked Pat over, and Betty got hit in the eye.”
“Y’see, you ran out of your place and were in my way.”
“You dropped your comb, Bertha.”
“What’s the score?”