"Oh, indeed, I meant nothing of the sort," he hurried to explain. "In fact, I never could have carried out my plan if you had not come along. I am going to bring Clip out for the meet."
"Oh, wouldn't that be splendid!" exclaimed Cora. "If only we can manage it. But she is always so busy—"
"Then I intend to make her stop work for a few days at least. I want my brother to meet her, and this—well, quite an opportunity."
Cora looked at the earnest young man beside her. "Clip is worth knowing," she said simply. Then she added: "I wonder if we could arrange it to have Hazel come? It would be just glorious to have the club complete after all our little drawbacks. If her brother is better I will not take 'no' for an answer. I shall simply insist upon Hazel coming."
Cora was aglow with the prospects—if only everything would go along smoothly and no other "drawback" should occur.
"Your friends are from Exmouth, aren't they?" asked Duncan. "I ought to know some of them; we played their team last year."
"Oh, do you know Ed Foster? And Walter Pennington?" asked Cora.
"I happen to remember their names," said Duncan. "I would be glad if we could manage to have them come out to the show. Let me see. How could we fix it up?"
"Jack has a car, and so has Walter," replied Cora, while the chauffeur looked at his speedometer and noted that they were doing twenty-five miles an hour.
"Then," said Duncan, "if we can fix it—But that observation case will take quite a little time."