“You mean you expect to win?”
“Yes, sir.”
“That state of mind should go a long way toward the success of your club. All of you feel the same way?”
“We always agree with Harriet,” answered Hazel, with an emphatic nod.
“A jolly good idea,” muttered the Englishman, regarding each girl with a steady gaze of keen inquiry. He was noting their movements, their poise, with the eyes of an expert. This brief study encouraged P. Earlington Disbrow. He decided that the Meadow-Brook Girls were at least good material, but as for fitting themselves to play in a tournament at such short notice, he was doubtful, and they saw that he was. This did not change the point of view of the Meadow-Brook Girls in the least, but it added to the gloom of Captain Baker.
“Another matter that I wish to mention,” said Miss Elting. “We cannot give you any comforts up here in the woods. Perhaps you would prefer to have us move into town, and——”
“By no means,” replied the guest. “We should have a crowd at our heels all the time. I don’t mind saying that I purpose showing you some things about tennis that I would be chary of other persons knowing. These things are what a merchant would characterize as his stock in trade. I’d be a proper idiot to give them away to others, wouldn’t I, now?”
They agreed that he would.
“You may depend upon our discretion,” the guardian assured him.
“I know that. It is unnecessary to tell me. Do I have far to go to get to your camp, George?”