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Janet Aldridge The Meadow-Brook Girls on the Tennis Courts…

In almost an instant the Meadow-Brook Girls were soaked to the skin. They sprang up with cries of alarm. The night was very dark, except when a flash of lightning lighted up the deserted field that only a few hours before had been peopled with pleasure-lovers.
“Thave me!” cried little Tommy shrilly.
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“What’s the matter? Oh, I’m getting wet,” groaned Margery.
“Nothing is the matter—not with us. It’s the tent that is in trouble. The wind has blown it over, that’s all,” answered Harriet calmly.
“Keep your blankets around you. You simply must not get wet,” commanded the guardian.
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Janet Aldridge The Meadow-Brook Girls on the Tennis Courts…

Ah, life is worth while when you are facing a hard-hitter across the net, and there leaps into your heart a savage determination to drive him from the court, a defeated man. Of course, it doesn’t always work out that way. Sometimes you are the fellow who gets driven off, but it is the spirit, almost as much as the skill, that wins games. No one with a faint heart ever won anything except defeat.”
“Have you theen that beautiful cup thith morning?” questioned Tommy eagerly.
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Janet Aldridge The Meadow-Brook Girls on the Tennis Courts…

George served the ball. Disbrow hopped on one leg, making a leap half-way across the court, scooping up the ball after its first bound, as the rules require. It slipped past George and Charlie really before they realized that it was on the way.
“Love, fifteen,” sang out the Englishman. “You will have to do better than that, my lads, or it wouldn’t do for you to try to play opposite the young ladies. Love, thirty. Why, what ails you, boys? You aren’t playing tennis, you are merely watching your opponent play.”
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