It was a Massive Silver Cup.
“Ohh-h-h!” breathed the girls in a delighted chorus.
“Isn’t it perfectly lov—e—ly?” gasped Buster.
“Why, it must be worth a great deal of money,” cried Hazel.
“Yes, it is very beautiful and very expensive,” agreed the guardian. “That, Meadow-Brook Girls, is the prize for which you are to play. Isn’t it worth going after?”
“Indeed, it is,” agreed Jane McCarthy, really overcome by the magnificence of the trophy cup.
“Won’t that look perfectly stunning on our center tables?” exclaimed Buster.
“Our thenter tableth!” exploded Tommy. “You aren’t in the match at all. Jutht remember that, Buthter.”
“No, but she is one of us and will share all the glory as well as the disappointments of the Meadow-Brook Girls,” answered Harriet reprovingly. “Where shall we put it, girls?”
“My father will want it on hith library table, where he can look at it until hith eyethight failth him,” answered Tommy.