And so it seemed now. Nan won three games without half trying.
Kate came back in a flash of fury in the third, brought the game to forty love, and then succumbed to Nan's superior coolness.
Toward the end of the fifth game—and Nan's fifth victory—Sadie, Jo and Jessie Robinson exchanged glances.
"This isn't a match," grinned Jessie, putting the general thought into words. "This is slaughter!"
Toward the end of the sixth game when the score stood love forty and Nan was still working in fine form, Kate went to pieces. In a rage, she flung the racket from her, ran to the grassy bank that bordered the court, sank down upon it and burst into loud sobs.
IN A RAGE SHE FLUNG THE RACKET FROM HER.
"I'm sick! That's what's the matter with me!" she cried to the girls who crowded around her in consternation. "How can I play when I'm so sick I can hardly stand on my feet."