"Game _and_--" said Mr. Chase, twirling his racket into the air and catching it by the handle. "Good game that last one."
I turned to see what Phyllis thought of it. At the eleventh hour I had shown her of what stuff I was made.
She had disappeared.
"Looking for Miss Derrick?" said Chase, jumping the net, and joining me in my court; "she's gone into the house."