“We say whatever you do. You are the captain of the Meadow-Brook Girls just as Captain Baker is captain of the Tramp Club,” answered Jane.
“Then we will play.” Harriet nodded with an emphasis that left no doubt as to her earnestness. “You shall teach us to play and we will do the rest.”
“Of course we expect to be beaten badly,” sighed Hazel. “But we shall make good your entry for us, so that you boys will not be open to any accusation except that of bad tennis judgment and too great faith in the powers of the Meadow-Brook Girls,” she added with a bright little laugh.
Harriet Burrell sprang to her feet, eyes snapping.
“Wrong!” she flashed.
“What?” groaned George.
“Oh, we’ll enter the tournament, but not to lose. We’ll enter to win, boys!”
“We’ll Enter to Win, Boys!”
A few seconds of impressive silence followed Harriet Burrell’s bold declaration, then such a shout rose from the throats of the boys of the Tramp Club as perhaps never had been heard in those woods before.