“Send it to me and I’ll hit it over.”
June takes her stand, tosses up the ball and hits it. It goes off to the side, but one of the girls who stands there, hits it over the net. Back it comes and over it goes again, sent by a hard blow from Hilary.
“They’re coming up fine.”
“Thirteen to ten.”
“Yes,” cried the captain of the Kennebecs. “Where’s some wood?” she cries, rapping on her head. “Come on, Kennebecs!”
“Thirteen to eleven,” announces the referee, as the Kennebecs score another point. The game grows exciting.
“Good work, Lilian.”
“Get it, Margaret. O, you weren’t quick enough!”
“Be ready.”
“Come on, Pennacooks!”