As though in answer to Edina’s thoughts, someone beside her said:
“Isn’t it awful! She just let that horrible girl pester her into playing. Now she will cripple herself, most likely, for the big match.”
“How’s the score?” demanded Edina.
“Even, two all, with this game thirty love in Billie’s favor. It’s been a lovely game to watch, but Billie is nearly all in. See how she limps!”
“It’s an outrage!” cried Edina. “Why doesn’t someone stop her?”
“Try to do it!” said the girl at her side, who had turned out to be Nellie Bane.
“All right,” said Edina, her lips compressed. “I’ll not only try. I’ll do it! Watch me!”
As she started off toward the court, Nellie tried to hold her back; but Edina was not to be held. She paused on the edge of the court.
“Billie,” bawled Edina in a tone not to be ignored. “Come here, please! I’ve got to see you right away!”
Startled, Billie faltered, fouled a perfectly good ball into the net and turned impatiently.