The Meadow-Brook Girls on the Tennis Courts; Or, Winning Out in the Big Tournament

racquets. The Meadow-Brook Girls had made up their minds to learn the game, and, still further, to learn to play an expert game. Once having made up their minds to a certain course of action th

arriet and Jane will please take their places, Ha

ne in Harriet's court. That was the beginning of the match, draw

tunate for her companions that she knew it. The game was resumed and played out, Jane winning. There had not been a moment of encouragement in it to the obs

rl took a keener interest in her tennis practice t

red Harriet. "Which, however, is more than can be said of some o

o soon," answered

d the boys to-day that we were hope

d to the root

you," flared

nodding, her eyes sn

e you for that when we get back

rst by coloring when I accused you of it, then you admitted it by word of mouth. You see, I

for you, Captai

o play it well. One of these days I shall beat you, George, but I shall not forget that it was

-I can't s

the

ieve there is the least little bit of use in our going on with this. You might learn to play the g

g boy, though?" jeered Ja

we had better get some one else. I am quite certain that Sam would be gl

of armor, I might be willing to take a chance at teaching you. I guess the Pickle had better do it, though. W

l. I guess, if you have the pluck to stand up and keep batting away at the balls without losing your nerve, I ou

ugh the great difficulty seemed to be in getting the girls to place the ball accurately. They seemed to be unable to hit the ball so that it would fall in any certai

er side. It was discouraging work, discouraging for George Baker and discouraging for the girls, though they did not show by their expression that they were other than happy and conten

Sam after watching the game for the better part of an hour. "What spectacles they are makin

lowed it. Then all at once there came a slump. Harriet Burrell played worse than ever. It

'd jump into it and drown myse

Your face is as red as a lobster. You couldn't be any hot

e!" groaned Baker.

?" demanded Sam, comi

shook h

was wrong with me, but until this thing came up I ne

t thing ever for what ails you. But you were mighty slow in getting wise to yourself.

at I ha

es

ne, that you haven't

, with a series of cautious nods, being wary of the band

ellows. We are all in it up to our chins. What have you

ve a crack player to

aying of those young women, all of which isn't saying a word against them, for I admire them more than any lot of girls I ever knew, and

hot and perspiring, sat down with his back against a granite boulder and glanced idly through the pages of the newspaper. All at once he

owled Sam. "Somebody catc

got it! Saved, saved! Whoop! Yeow! Oh, I was ne