“But deep down in your heart you do not believe the Meadow-Brook Girls stand the slightest chance of winning even a place in the tennis tournament at Newtown?” persisted the guardian.
“Do you?” returned George.
“I am asking you, Captain Baker.”
“No, I don’t. There, you made me say it again. Now will you tell me what you think?”
“I don’t know that I should put it quite so strongly as you have, but from what we have seen I should say the chances were not particularly brilliant,” she admitted.
“You are tho encouraging!” lisped Tommy. “Anybody who can play thuch a game ath I can to be talked about in that way! It maketh me thad, tho thad and tho tired!”
“One person cannot play for the whole team, you know,” said Dill, with a grin.
“Yeth, I thuppothe that ith tho. However, I will do jutht ath the otherth withh.”
“What do you say to giving it up, girls?”
Miss Elting was not smiling now, though, had they been more observant, they would have seen a suggestion of laughter in her eyes. She knew her girls well, and perhaps was asking the question with a deeper purpose in mind than appeared on the surface.