“Thirty-fifteen!” called Amanda.
“Billie, I’ve got to see you right away!” Edina’s tone was urgent, imperative. It was as though her very life depended upon Billie’s acquiescence. “You can finish the set some other time.”
Billie shouldered her racket and waved to Amanda.
“I don’t know what’s wanted, but it seems to be important.”
“I get the set then by default,” called Amanda.
Billie nodded.
“Meet you again—soon,” she promised.
Nellie Bane, who had been watching the by-play with great interest, heaved a sigh when she saw Billie and Edina leave the courts and walk off in the direction of the Hall.
“That girl, Edina Tooker, knows what she wants when she wants it,” mused Nellie. “My, won’t Billie be mad when she finds it’s all a hoax!”
Billie was mad. She regarded Edina with such frigid curiosity that it is a miracle that girl did not turn into an icicle at once.