Billie looked at Laura, who giggled and raised her hand as though to ward off a blow.
“I’m good—I admit it—on the courts, as elsewhere. But not nearly good enough. Take Edina here,” she added, with a mischievous glance at the “lion cub.” “She looks like your one best bet.”
Edina grinned.
“Me! I can bust the insides out of a ball when I hit it, but my racket and the balls, they seem to be just born enemies. They never git close enough together to be friends.”
Laura chuckled.
“I’ve watched you miss more balls this week, Edina Tooker, than I thought there were in the world!”
Billie sighed and rubbed her knee reflectively.
“Well, it seems to be up to me. And I’m a total loss. I guess Amanda will walk away with all the honors this season.”
“It’s more than I can bear!” Vi stood for a moment in deep thought. Then said eagerly: “You know, Billie, I’ve a hunch about that knee. You’ve been working it too hard. I’ll bet if you had absolute rest for a week, never went near the courts, it would be a heap more profitable than all this violent exercise you’ve been putting yourself to.”
“But I need the practice,” Billie protested. “My form is terrible.”