JOY'S SECRET.
When Joy realized that she would be unable to play in the tournament,
which was the formal closing of the tennis season at High Cliffs, she
resolved to teach Muriel the trick which her brother had taught her which
would send a ball over the net with a smash and kill it before it
bounced. The island girl knew the rules of the game, it would seem, and
how light she was on her feet and how swift! If she could master that
trick in one week, there still might be hope of winning. Muriel was
sitting at her desk studying spelling early the next morning when there
came a tap on her door. She thought it was the maid of that corridor and
called, "Come in." But when she saw the blue and gold apparition standing
in the open doorway she sprang to her feet and held out both hands. "Oh,
Joy!" she exclaimed. "It is good of you to come to see me. Do you think
you're strong enough to be walkin' that far?"
The visitor sank down in the big, comfortably upholstered wicker chair
near the hearth, where a bed of coals glowed. "I feel all right this
morning," she said, "but after yesterday's experience I am convinced that
I am not strong enough as yet to play in the tournament; and, Muriel, if
you will promise not to share the knowledge without my permission, I will
teach you the trick that my brother taught me."
Muriel's hazel eyes were wide. "But, Joy," she ejaculated, "why is it me
you would be teachin' when Faith, Catherine and Gladys all play so much
better?"
Joy smiled as she replied: "I have two excellent reasons. One is that the
other girls are busy with their classes nearly all of each day, while you
and I are not. As yet I have not started the regular work. And so you and
I could go down to the court at an hour when it would be unoccupied. My
other reason is that you are the only one on our side who can run as does
our rival, Marianne Carnot."
Muriel flushed with pleasure. "I'd be that pleased if I could help win
the game," she said. "I'll gladly try, though I'm not expectin' to be
able to learn the trick."
"Try is all that any of us can do in this world, it would seem," Joy said
as she arose. "I see that you are studying, and I, too, must get at my
French. Madame Van de Heuton is helping me keep up with the class, as
Mother plans a visit to the continent next summer if I am strong enough."
Joy hesitated, then continued: "Muriel, would you like to study French
with me? The review from the very beginning would do me just worlds of
good." There were sudden tears in the eyes of the island girl. "How kind
you all are to be helpin' me," she said, adding: "If you think I'll be
needin' the French, I'll try."
"Indeed you will need it, some time." Then Joy suggested that they go to
the court at two, when every other pupil would be occupied indoors.
Muriel said that she would. At the door Joy turned, and lifting a finger,
slender as a fairy-wand, she whispered, "Mums the word! Don't even tell
Faith, will you?"
Luckily the court was hidden from the school by a group of evergreen
trees and so no one observed the two conspirators that afternoon.
Patiently Joy explained the play, and Muriel, who was used to quick
thought and action in her sailboat, was an apt pupil.
At the end of the first half hour Joy declared that practice was all that
the island girl needed to perfect her in the smash stroke. "Meet me every
day at this hour," her instructress said, as they returned to the school
by a roundabout path, keeping their rackets well hidden.
With each succeeding day Joy's pleasure in her pupil increased. She did
not have to expend much energy herself, as when the ball fell dead she
merely picked it up and tossed it over the net. At first Muriel succeeded
only once in a while, but on the fifth day she never failed.
And yet, at the practice hour with the other girls, not once did Rilla
betray the fact that she knew the smash stroke. Joy wanted to surprise
them on the day of the tournament.
Faith, Gladys and Catherine wondered why Joy seemed to be so excited
about the coming game, indeed almost jubilant.