“I’m sure she wouldn’t,” agreed Cal. “Still, I cal—I guess we’d better be sort of decent to her.”
“But what does she want?” asked Sandy frowningly.
“Well, she wants to learn to play tennis, for one thing,” Cal replied. “And she says she wants to see a football game.”
“Wants to come over here and play tennis?” gasped Hoop. “She certainly has nerve! Who’s going to teach her, Cal, you?”
“No, I told her I didn’t play. I guess it’s up to you, Hoop.”
The others laughed, but Hoop waxed wroth. “I guess I see myself teaching a girl to play tennis!” he said. “If she comes over here once she’ll be always tagging around. Girls are beastly bothers.”
“But you’re just as much in it as we are,” said Spud gravely. “And if she wants you to teach her I guess you’d better, Hoop.”
“She didn’t say anything about me,” cried Hoop. “She doesn’t know me.”
“Ah, but she wants to, probably. She admires your manly beauty, Hoop. I move that Hoop be appointed to teach her tennis. All in favor will so signify.”
“Aye!” The vote was unanimous.