“Tommy is going to be an expert player one of these days,” declared Harriet. “Which, however, is more than can be said of some of her companions. How do you think we are getting along, George?”
“I couldn’t say so soon,” answered George evasively.
“Now, now, George. You know you told the boys to-day that we were hopeless,” returned Harriet laughingly.
George flushed to the roots of his hair.
“Somebody told you,” flared Captain George.
“Yes,” she answered nodding, her eyes snapping mischievously.
“I know. Sam told you. I’ll whale you for that when we get back to camp, Sam,” threatened George.
“No, Sam did not tell me. You told me yourself, Captain,” chuckled Harriet. “You told me first by coloring when I accused you of it, then you admitted it by word of mouth. You see, I know you.” Harriet laughed merrily, George’s companions joining in the laugh good-naturedly.
“She’s too sharp for you, Captain,” shouted Dill.
“Even if I can’t play tennis,” answered Harriet. “But I’m going to play tennis and I’m going to play it well. One of these days I shall beat you, George, but I shall not forget that it was you who taught me. Don’t you think I shall make a player? Answer me frankly. No evasion, sir.”