"Play square," she said sternly. And Billy played square! Their opponents had not a chance!
"Well, Billy did wake up," some one said and some one else added: "If they'd lost it would have been his fault. That Randolph girl played a corking game for her age!"
They had won the tennis tournament! Keineth did not enjoy half so much the silver cup they placed in her hands as she did Peggy's delight and Mr. Lee's hearty handclasp of congratulation. The young people carried them off to luncheon at the club-house, where they made merry far into the afternoon.
That evening Billy, with a very serious face, approached his father, where he sat alone on the veranda.
"Dad, I've withdrawn my name from the paddle races!"
"What's wrong, son?"
"I'm not a good sport--that's why," Billy answered with his usual frankness. "I had a sort of grudge against Keineth because she wouldn't tell me about her father and I'd vowed to get even and I just laid down on that tennis game--until she made me ashamed!"
"But she did make you ashamed, Billy?"
"Yes--she told me to play square and I just thought then that no one would ever have to tell me to play square more than once!"
Mr. Lee laid his arm across the boy's shoulder.