The girls looked their deep appreciation rather than expressing it in mere words.
“I am going to put up a dressing tent for you before the games,” said George.
“Yes, Mr. Herrington told us,” answered Harriet.
“Oh, then you’ve met Jack? There won’t be much in the tent but a few blankets and a cot. You will appreciate that tent when you have a rest between sets. We shall have water there for bathing your faces to help you cool off. I think we are in for some roasting weather.”
“Anybody would think this was a prize fight that was about to be fought,” declared Sam abruptly. George fixed him with a rebuking glance.
“I see a great deal is expected of us,” replied Harriet seriously. “If we do not do our best, we are unworthy of such friendship. But, George, you know what I promised you before we even began to practise—that we are going to win. I repeat that statement now, and I mean every word of it.”
“That is the talk,” said George, but inwardly he groaned. He knew in his own mind that it was beyond the power of Harriet and her fellow-players to carry off the cup. “You don’t want to practise to-day, do you?”
“Perhaps late in the afternoon,” answered Harriet.
“Then I’ll tell you what let’s do,” suggested Dill enthusiastically. “Let’s all go down to the beach for a swim in the surf.”
“Fine! Come on, darlin’s,” cried Jane.