“You are up early this morning,” remarked Disbrow, “but we have finished our breakfast. You will have to wait until luncheon time.”
“Had our breakfast, thank you,” answered Sam. “What time did the automobile get here?”
“That got here before breakfatht, too,” answered Tommy. “You mutht have thlept pretty thoundly not to have heard it.”
“We did hear it. We heard the whistle,” replied George. “Fine time of day to get here. Who cleared the court?”
“The young ladies,” answered Disbrow, with a reproving glance at the Tramp Boys.
“Too bad we all had sprained ankles,” retorted Sam mischievously, whereat a smile flitted over the pale face of P. Earlington Disbrow.
By eight o’clock Disbrow, after walking over the court and poking it with his stick, pronounced it satisfactory. He paid the driver of the outfit and dismissed him. The boys were directed to place the net, while the instructor looked on critically. When it came to measuring the court, he insisted on doing this himself.
“It is of vital importance that one practise under the identical conditions that will prevail in the match game. George, set up stakes and stretch a string so that all our lines may be true.”
When the court was completed, about an hour later, the campers gazed upon it delightedly.
“Oh, this is a real court!” cried Harriet with glowing eyes.