"I'm fearfully sorry about it," she said in conclusion; "I know I don't deserve you to be decent to me."
"I'm extremely glad you've told us," said Hilda Browne, acting2 mouthpiece for the rest. "It explains so very much. We never could understand why you were friends with Netta, and it made us think badly of you that you seemed so chummy with such a girl. But of course this accounts for it. I won't whitewash3 you, but since you're sorry, I vote we all agree to drop the thing."
"Yes, anyone who refers to it will be a sneak," agreed Elspeth Frazer. "Gwen's made a fresh start, and it's not fair that any old scores should be raked
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up against her. Netta's gone, of which I'm heartily4 glad, and I hope now there'll be a better tone altogether throughout the whole Form."
Elspeth mentioned no names, but she looked meaningly at Annie Edwards, Millicent Cooper, and Minna Jennings, and the three reddened beneath her glance. They were not bad girls, but they were weak, and under Netta's sway they had been very silly, and sometimes dishonourable.
"We must all try and help each other to keep rules," said Hilda Browne quickly and tactfully. "I'm sure none of us like cheating, and that we'd every one be willing to promise to be absolutely square in our work, and in games and everything. Shout 'Aye!' those who agree."
Eighteen voices were raised in unison5, Annie's, Millicent's, and Minna's among the heartiest6.
"Carried unanimously!" said Hilda, with a sigh of satisfaction.
"Now the matter's thrashed out, let's talk about tennis," said Edith Arnold. "Do you know, Gwen Gascoyne, that you were elected one of our Form champions?"
"Oh! oh!" gasped7 Gwen.
"Yes, you and Hilda Browne were the pair chosen, and we look to you both to win the trophy8."
"You take net, then, Hilda, and I'll take back," suggested Gwen.
"Netta was certainly very good at back-balls," began Minna Jennings, but Elspeth Frazer struck in immediately:
"Let us please agree that Netta Goodwin's name
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Thus forgiven and reinstated both by Miss Roscoe and the Form, Gwen felt she had at last started quite anew, with her bygones to be remembered only as danger signals for the future. Her elevation9 to the proud position of Form champion half elated and half weighed her down. It was an enormous responsibility to have to compete for the trophy, and she hoped her play would justify10 the girls' choice. Friday afternoon was to be given up to the match, the Forms allowed to take part being the Sixth, the Fifth, the Upper, Middle, and Lower Fourth, handicaps, of course, being arranged by the Committee. The event was one of the chief excitements of the term, and when Friday arrived the whole school turned out to act audience. The Fifth was drawn11 to play first with the Lower Fourth, and in spite of a heavy handicap scored an easy victory.
"Not much triumph in beating those kids," remarked Gwen. "They're simply not in the running."
"Our trials are all to come," agreed Hilda. "We're against the Upper Fourth now, and if we beat them, then we may expect our tussle12 with the Sixth."
"I'm shaking in my shoes already!"
"Don't make too sure; the Upper Fourth are better than the Lower, and need taking seriously. We may lose on this."
"I think the handicap's too big," grumbled13 Gwen.
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As Hilda had prophesied14, the Upper Fourth proved adversaries15 worthy16 of their skill. Eve Dawkins and Myra Johnson were both as old and nearly as tall as Gwen, and they played up with grim determination. At first the score went against the Fifth, and the spectators watched with keenest interest, but in the end Gwen's swift serving told, and Eve and Myra retired17 vanquished18. The Middle Fourth had already been beaten by the Sixth, so it was now the Final between Sixth and Fifth.
"When Greek meets Greek, then comes the tug-of-war!" said Hilda.
"I found a four-leaved clover this morning on the wold, and I've pinned it on to my dress as a mascot," returned Gwen.
"May it bring us luck! though I believe in play more than in mascots19. Keep as cool as you can, Gwen, and remember Olga's nasty balls."
"I'll do my best, though I'm afraid you'll all rue20 choosing me for a champion," said Gwen, as she took her place.
Geraldine French and Olga Hunter, their two opponents, were renowned21 players in the school, and very few of the lookers-on expected the Fifth to have any chance at all.
"I'm afraid we'll lose!" sighed Edith Arnold.
"Oh, we won't give up too soon!" declared Elspeth Frazer. "Geraldine is in form to-day, certainly, and Olga is serving swifter than I've ever known her before, but we haven't proved yet what Hilda and Gwen are capable of."
It was Olga's serve. She sent one of her famous
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invincible22 balls, which hardly rose from the ground, and Gwen missed it. A suppressed cheer rose from the adherents23 of the Sixth. Gwen clenched24 her teeth hard, and watched for the next ball with the expression of a Red Indian. It skimmed over the net as swiftly as its predecessor25, but Gwen was prepared this time, and returned it.
"Well played!" cried the Fifth ecstatically.
All four champions were on their mettle26, and the fight that ensued was of the keenest. Gwen was not a graceful27 player, but, as her friends observed, she seemed capable of being everywhere at once, she was so extremely lithe28 and quick.
"Very good! Excellent!" were the remarks that passed round at certain of the strokes.
"I'd no idea Gwen had it in her!" commented Miss Trent.
In spite of Gwen's exertions29 the first game fell to the Sixth. They were heartily clapped, and the Fifth began to look rather blue. Each side now played with extreme caution. They had taken one another's measure, and knew what they had to expect. Hilda Browne kept her nerve well, and her serves were acknowledged to be what the girls called "clinchers". As for Gwen, her arms seemed elastic30. This time the Sixth were beaten, and the Fifth began to breathe.
"It would be just too ripping if we really won!" exclaimed Betty Brierley.
"We mustn't crow too soon, we're not out of the wood yet," returned Irene Platt.
The excitement had risen to high-water mark.
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Some of the school were for the Sixth, and some for the Fifth, and their rival claims were discussed eagerly.
"Try and think you don't mind, and then you'll be far less nervous," whispered Hilda to Gwen.
Gwen nodded. She had almost passed the stage of nervousness.
"We can't do better than our best," she replied.
Perhaps Olga and Geraldine were nervous too; they made one or two bad strokes which seemed to put them out considerably31. Gwen, on the contrary, surpassed herself. Never in her life before had she played so well. She seemed able to take every ball in whatever awkward spot it landed. Thanks largely to her ubiquity, the set ended in the triumph of the Fifth. A tremendous clapping and cheering ensued. For three years the Sixth had held the trophy, so it was indeed an honour to have won it from their possession. Gwen and Hilda were absolutely fêted by their Form, and even the vanquished Sixth had the magnanimity to praise their play.
"Gwen Gascoyne is simply A1," was the general verdict. "She's a perfect surprise. We didn't know we'd anyone so good in the school."
"Look here, Gwen, you and Olga will have to enter for the shield. You and she have proved yourselves far and away the best champions this afternoon," said Bessie Manners.
"Compete for the shield!" cried Gwen, turning hot with pleasure at the bare idea.
She and Hilda were called up then to receive the
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trophy, and bore away the silver cup with much pride. All the Form marched into the school to see it put in its place upon the mantelpiece of their classroom.
"Well done, the old Fifth!" said Betty Brierley.
"And hurrah32 for its champions!" added Rachel Hunter.
To Gwen, though the winning of the trophy had been a wild delight, Bessie's hint was a cause of even greater excitement. Rodenhurst belonged to the County United Schools' Tennis League, which every year played a big tournament in Stedburgh. Ten different schools were in the league, four being from Stedburgh and the others from various places in the neighbourhood. Each sent their two best champions; the prize, a large brass33 shield mounted on oak, becoming for the year the property of the winners. Though Rodenhurst usually did fairly well, it had not been able to compete with some of the boarding schools in the district, and at each successive tournament had been obliged to see others bearing away the coveted34 honours. Last time the Radcaster High School had come off victorious35, a circumstance particularly annoying to Rodenhurst, as they felt they had been beaten by day girls like themselves.
"Boarding schools get more time to practise, and have always more courts in proportion than we have," so they grumbled. "One expects a boarding school to have an advantage, but we mustn't let the Radcaster High score over us again."
The tournament always occupied a whole Saturday,
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and was held at the Stedburgh Pavilion Gardens, an excellent place for the purpose, for not only could the best-kept courts in the county be hired, but there was plenty of accommodation for spectators, and refreshments36 could be obtained at the restaurant, a consideration for those schools which came from a distance. It was necessary for entries to be sent in at once, and when, as Bessie Manners had suggested, Olga Hunter and Gwen Gascoyne were appointed champions, all Rodenhurst joined in approval of the choice.
"But it's to-morrow week!" quavered Gwen.
"You'll just have to practise like billy-ho!" said Betty Brierley, who was addicted37 to slang.
Nobody dared to indulge in any very particular hopes. It was one thing to gain a Form trophy, but quite another to win the shield of the league.
"I hear Miss Crawford's girls are in good form this year," said Rachel Hunter, who had a cousin at a school at the other side of Stedburgh. "Nell says they're pretty confident."
"They won't beat those twins from Appleton House. Their serves were ripping," returned Betty. "I forget their names, but I sometimes see them on the Parade."
"Unless they've gone off in their play."
"Yes, of course—people occasionally do. One can never tell from year to year. Do you remember Freda Harmon? She swept everything before her, and then she grew too fat and was a dismal38 failure."
"Would you like me to bant in case of accidents?"
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laughed Gwen. "You'd better weigh me daily, like they do jockeys."
"There's a great deal in luck," said Charlotte Perry. "If you draw the crack school you may be done for straight away."
Gwen practised her utmost during the brief week before the tournament, and congratulated herself that her play improved. She had her choice of rackets, for everyone was not only willing but anxious to lend her the best obtainable. She tried a selection, until she found the one that suited her best. It was the property of Natalie Preston, who gladly relinquished39 it in her favour.
"If it wins the tournament I shall be proud!" declared Natalie.
"'If' is sometimes an important word!" answered Gwen, with a dubious40 shake of her head.
On the eventful Saturday every member of the Fifth and Sixth and numbers of the Juniors turned up at the Pavilion Gardens to watch the contest. Miss Roscoe and most of the mistresses were there, and many friends who were interested in the fortunes of Rodenhurst. Most of the other schools were equally well represented, so that the audience was a large one. Olga Hunter, who was a pretty girl with chestnut41 hair, looked charming in a white dress, and large ribbon knots of pink and light blue—the Rodenhurst colours—pinned beside her badge. Gwen, in plain serge skirt and low-necked muslin blouse looked prepared for business, if not so ornamental42 as her companion. Winnie had made her a little bouquet43 of roses and forget-me-nots to match her
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colours, and Beatrice had lent her a pale-blue belt for the occasion.
"I haven't got a hobble skirt, at any rate!" laughed Gwen. "Do you remember that girl from Ravensfield last year, and how fearfully hampered44 she was?"
Gwen was most tremendously excited at the greatness thrust upon her. To represent Rodenhurst at the tournament seemed honour enough even if she were vanquished in the very beginning.
"I wish Dad could have been here!" she sighed.
But neither Mr. Gascoyne nor Beatrice could spare the time on this particular Saturday, so Winnie and Lesbia were the only members of the family present.
Rodenhurst had been drawn against Hetherby College for the first set, much to their relief, for Hetherby had no particular reputation. Gwen and Olga played carefully nevertheless, for, as Olga justly remarked, "You can never tell beforehand how a school may have improved." The Collegians were better, certainly, than last year, but their game was not up to much, and they were easily beaten. At the conclusion of the first round, Rodenhurst, being among the winning couples, drew again, and this time was matched against Appleton House. The twins of whom Betty Brierley had spoken were again champions, and proved no mean rivals. Gwen had an anxious moment or two when she thought the credit of Rodenhurst trembled in the balance, but by frantic45 efforts on her part and Olga's, the set was secured, and the twins conquered.
"You're getting on splendidly!" said Bessie Manners at lunchtime, plying46 the so-far victorious pair with
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ham sandwiches and lemonade. "Everybody says Rodenhurst is looking up. I feel so proud of you!"
"Too soon to rejoice! We haven't tackled Miss Crawford's girls yet, and then there'd be Radcaster," replied Gwen.
"It makes one wildly hungry!" declared Olga.
"You mustn't have more than four sandwiches and a bun, or it'll spoil your play," interposed Bessie, who considered herself in the light of a trainer for her special champions, and enforced her rules with Spartan47 severity.
Olga sighed humorously, but obeyed.
"There was a rumour48 that Ravensfield lost the shield one year on buns," she remarked. "I don't wish a like fate to befall Rodenhurst."
It was immensely encouraging to hear that their play had attracted notice; they felt braced49 up for the next contest, and went back to the fray50 in quite good spirits.
"One wants to strike the happy medium between faint heart and over confidence," said Olga.
"I prefer to strike the ball!" laughed Gwen.
There was no doubt that Rodenhurst was this year increasing its reputation by leaps and bounds. Instead of falling out among the early sets it had kept steadily51 on, and spectators began to speak of it as likely to carry off the prize. Radcaster had also done excellently, so when it came to a final struggle between those two rivals, the excitement of their respective adherents knew no bounds. The Rodenhurst girls could hardly keep still, and each held a handkerchief ready to wave in case of victory. That
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it would be a tremendous battle Gwen and Olga knew only too well. The Radcaster champions were the same girls who had won the tournament the year before, and many people deemed them invincible. They seemed inclined to hold that opinion themselves, for they glanced at their opponents with a rather superior and almost pitying smile. That look put Gwen on her mettle. "They shan't have it this time!" she murmured grimly as she took her place. Whether Gwen really excelled herself, or whether the Radcaster girls were a little tired or too secure of victory was a debatable point, but at the end of a splendidly played set Rodenhurst stood as the winner. The two successful champions turned to each other almost incredulously. The shield was theirs! A perfect storm of applause came from the crowd. The Rodenhurst girls were beside themselves with joy, and clapped and waved and hurrahed52 till they were hoarse53.
"Well done! This is indeed a triumph!" said Miss Roscoe, who hurried up to congratulate her victorious pair, looking as pleased as any of her pupils. This afternoon's success would wipe away the former reproach of the school, and lift it to a point of importance in the tennis league.
"The shield will hang in the lecture hall!" rejoiced Bessie Manners. "It will be sent to us as soon as our name is engraved54 upon it."
"I wish we could erase55 Radcaster!" said Gwen.
"Oh! I like to see the names of the other schools upon it. It gives me all the more joy of present possession."
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"Gwen, you were just splendid!" declared Olga. "How you managed it I can't imagine, but you seemed to jump at the balls and catch them."
"I'm a spread-eagle player, I know; not nearly so graceful as you," laughed Gwen. "Well, I've 'done my possible', as the French say. Now I shall have to drop tennis and grind, for Miss Douglas has been grumbling56 most horribly, and declares she'd have stopped my being champion if she'd known how my prep. was going to suffer. It's been Latin and maths. versus57 tennis this last week."
"She'll forgive you when she sees the shield!" chuckled58 Bessie Manners.
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