The Tennis Championship
The girls at Aireyholme did not go in for cricket, but concentrated the
whole of their summer energies upon tennis. They practised constantly,
and prided themselves upon their play. Dorrie Vernon was Games
secretary, and calculated that she knew the exact capabilities of every
girl in the school. Tournaments were the order of the term,
sometimes--with handicaps--between different forms, sometimes "School
versus Mistresses", for Miss Spencer and Miss Andrews were good players;
and occasionally, when Mrs. Franklin entertained friends, a match was
arranged for "Visitors versus Aireyholme". There were few schools in the
neighbourhood against whom they could try their skill, but they had
received an invitation to take part in a tournament at Carford Girls'
College, and with Mrs. Franklin's sanction proposed to send two
representatives. The choice of these champions was a subject of the very
deepest importance. Dorrie went about the matter in a thoroughly
business-like manner. She kept a tennis notebook, and carefully entered
every girl's score, day by day, balancing the totals weekly. The results
were discussed at the monitresses' meeting.
"Gladwin's play is fearfully off, this term," announced Dorrie. "Nan's a
regular slacker, Tita is unequal--you never know whether she'll be
brilliant or a dead failure. Coralie and Ellaline keep fairly well up to
the mark; Hilda has improved simply immensely; our own record is
satisfactory."
"May I see the notebook? Who has scored highest altogether?" asked
Diana.
"Well--Katrine Marsden, by absolute points," admitted Dorrie, rather
unwillingly.
The three monitresses scanned the book, and looked somewhat blank. It
was an unpalatable truth that the new-comer had beaten the record.
Katrine's swift serves were baffling; there was no doubt that she was an
excellent player.
"It puts us in rather an awkward position," faltered Dorrie, wrinkling
her brows.
"Not at all!" snapped Viola. "Katrine Marsden's out of the running for a
championship."
"Well, I don't know----"
"But I do know! She doesn't consider herself an ordinary pupil here,
only what she chooses to call a 'parlour boarder'. Therefore she
certainly can't represent the school--that's flat!"
"She played for Aireyholme against Visitors, though," objected Diana.
"Oh, well! That was different, of course. Miss Andrews played for
Aireyholme too, but we couldn't choose her for a champion."
This was rather a convincing argument. Diana's face cleared. She was
always ready to follow Viola's lead.
"We don't want Katrine, if we can help it," she agreed obediently.
"And yet we want to be sporting," vacillated Dorrie, who prided herself
on strictest impartiality and fair dealing.
"Every committee has to have its rules. The school ought to be
represented by its pupils."
"And that's the point. Is Katrine a pupil, or is she not?"
"Katrine says 'no'."
"But Mrs. Franklin says decidedly 'yes'."
"I think it's beyond argument," frowned Viola, "and, after all, I'm
Captain, and final referee."
"Oh! if you put it that way, of course----"
"I do put it that way. I consider it's only justice. If Katrine Marsden
won't acknowledge herself on the same level with everyone else, she
doesn't deserve to have our privileges. It can't be all take and no give
on her part. There's no need for us to be so very tender about her
feelings, I'm sure."
"Not the slightest need," echoed Diana. "It won't do her any harm to be
passed over--good for her, in fact."
"We may as well pose as philanthropists while we're about it," twinkled
Viola, suddenly seeing the humour of the situation. The three girls
laughed.
"All the same, you're only looking at the matter from one side,"
contended Dorrie. "We've got the credit of the school to think about.
The question is, who's likely to score highest for Aireyholme at the
Tournament? We mayn't call Katrine an ideal champion, but we mustn't let
ourselves be biased by private prejudice."
"I hope I'm above such a low motive as that," Viola answered stiffly.
"No one could have the interests of the school more thoroughly at heart
than I. For this very reason it seems to me folly to trust the
championship to a girl who really hasn't much concern whether Aireyholme
wins or not."
"Oh, surely she'd play up?"
"I don't know about that. If she were in one of her dreamy moods,
perhaps she wouldn't. Better not risk it."
"Hadn't we better put the matter to the vote?" suggested Diana.
"By all means. I propose that Katrine Marsden is not eligible for the
championship." Viola's tone was decisive, even slightly aggressive.
"I make a counter-proposition, to place her at least on the list of
eligibles," returned Dorrie, stolidly keeping her temper.
Diana had the casting vote. She promptly plumped for Viola, partly from
real conviction, and partly because she was chums with the Captain.
"So be it!" said Dorrie, shrugging her shoulders. She could not agree
with the decision, but she did not take the matter much to heart. "You
two will have to brace up, and practise for all you're worth. We mustn't
let Carford beat us."
When the result of the monitresses' meeting became known, the school
took it in various ways. Some girls sympathized with Viola, others hotly
espoused Katrine's cause. The affair was very much discussed, and there
were many lively arguments over the justice of the pronouncement.
Katrine herself accepted it callously.
"I'm sure I don't want to be champion, thanks!" she responded to her
sympathizers. "It would be an awful bore to go and play Carford. I'd
rather stop in the studio and paint."
In spite of her assumed indifference, Katrine was rather piqued. She
knew her play was good, and that it was mainly jealousy on Viola's part
which caused her to be thus set aside. Although she had adopted a
superior attitude, Katrine nevertheless rather liked to shine in the
school. She had played tennis in a dilettante fashion before, just to
amuse herself; now, in a spirit of opposition, she began to train. For
once she would let these girls see what she was capable of. There were
only five days before the tournament; she would devote them to tennis.
Having arrived at this decision, she temporarily threw art to the winds.
The studio knew her presence no more out of class hours: the whole of
her spare time was given up to the courts. She had an immense advantage
over the monitresses, for they were studying hard for their
matriculation, and had very little recreation, while she had a double
portion of leisure. Her play, good as it was before, improved by leaps
and bounds. Soon not a girl in the school could compete with her upon
equal terms, and win. Her handicaps were raised continually. There was a
growing feeling that it was both unwise and unfair to exclude her.
"Someone ought to speak to the monitresses about it," said Jill Barton.
"It would be precious little use," returned Rose Randall. "Viola is so
pigheaded, if once she says a thing, she'll stick to it."
"But is it fair that she should settle everything?"
"Well, she's Captain, and Dorrie's Games secretary; they have the
authority between them."
"Dorrie has been overruled by Viola."
"No doubt; but I don't see what we can do, except call a mass meeting,
and appeal."
"Um--that's rather a desperate measure. I hate upsets in a school. We
ought all to pull together harmoniously if we can. Let us try and put
the screw on privately, but don't have open ructions. Viola is a decent
sort. We don't want to quarrel with her for Katrine's sake."
Most of the girls shared Jill's opinion. They might not agree with their
Captain's views, but they liked her too well to proceed to extremities.
After all, Katrine was a new-comer, and Viola was the bulwark of
Aireyholme traditions. They tried to manage the matter by finesse. They
understood their leader well enough to know that any alteration must be
proposed by herself. She was not fond of entertaining other people's
suggestions. So they forbore to revolt openly, and confined themselves
to desperate hints and innuendoes. Viola was perfectly well aware of
what was going on, and she ignored the hints. The situation amounted to
a duel between herself and Katrine, and she trusted to her influence as
Captain to come off conqueror. It was impossible not to acknowledge the
superiority of Katrine's play, and Viola really stuck to her guns out of
sheer obstinacy. Everybody wondered what was going to happen, and
whether the difficulty could be solved without a quarrel. The time was
painfully short.
It was now the very day before the tournament. The question must be
settled that evening. The results of the scoring-notes were posted up by
Dorrie on the notice board: Katrine headed the list by an overwhelming
majority; Viola followed; Dorrie was only a few points behind, and Diana
and Hilda, bracketed equal, came next. If Katrine were ruled out of
competition, then the championship must fall to Viola and Dorrie. The
strain waxed acute. Little groups of girls stood about in the hall and
passages, discussing the pros and cons. It was evident that something
must be done; the ferment of feeling was almost at effervescing point.
At this crisis Miss Spencer issued from the head mistress's study. She
walked to the notice board, pinned up a paper, and marched away without
a word. Everyone crowded round to read the notice. It was brief, but to
the point, and in the Principal's own handwriting.
"In view of the forthcoming tournament, Mrs. Franklin requests that the
Games Committee choose as champions girls who are not entered for the
matriculation. No examination candidate will be allowed leave of absence
to-morrow."
This was indeed a cutting of the Gordian knot. Viola, Dorrie, and Diana
were absolutely disqualified. It was a totally unexpected _denouement_,
and for the moment they were utterly taken aback. As befitted
monitresses, however, they pulled themselves together, and bore their
disappointment with Spartan heroism. Perhaps they realized the
cleverness of Mrs. Franklin's generalship. It was certainly a safe way
out of an awkward predicament. Viola was an intelligent girl, and had
the sense to climb down gracefully.
"Diana and Dorrie and I are out of it," she at once announced, "so I
suggest Katrine and Hilda as champions. There has been some little
doubt as to whether Katrine is eligible to represent the school, but I
beg to propose that any disqualifying clause should be set aside in this
emergency, and that she be requested to play for Aireyholme to-morrow.
I'm sure she'll do us credit. All in favour of this proposition please
say 'Aye'."
Such a universal chorus of assent rose from the assembled girls that
Katrine, who had been inclined to refuse the proffered honour, was
obliged to accede. Both she and Viola had saved their dignity, and in
consequence each felt a more friendly disposition towards the other.
They discussed the coming tournament quite amicably; and Viola even
offered to lend her racket, which was superior to Katrine's own. Hilda
was all smiles. With such a partner she hoped to do great things.
"Mrs. Franklin is a modern Solomon!" whispered Nan to Gladwin.
Katrine was secretly much gratified at being chosen champion after all,
though she was far too proud to show it. Her affected carelessness,
however, deceived nobody.
"She's as pleased as Punch!" was the unanimous verdict of the school.
Everybody sympathized, for each one would have been only too delighted
if the happy lot had been hers. The two champions were the centres of
congratulation. The various points of their play were eagerly discussed;
they were the one topic of conversation.
In addition to the pair who were to take part in the tournament, twelve
girls had been invited to Carford College as spectators. Those whose
scores came next on the tennis list were chosen, and Gwethyn and Rose
Randall were among the lucky number. They were to be escorted by Miss
Andrews, whose athletic tendencies made her as keen as anybody on the
event. Fourteen smiling girls stood ready on the following morning, all
in immaculate white silk blouses, with their school ties and hats.
Katrine and Hilda wore rosettes of pink, brown, and green--the
Aireyholme colours--to distinguish them as champions, and most of the
others sported patriotic badges. The school assembled on the drive to
see them off, and they departed amid a chorus of good wishes. Some of
the juniors even began to shout hoorays, but Mrs. Franklin suppressed
them.
"It will be time enough to cheer if we win the tournament," she reminded
them. "Remember that other schools are competing, whose play may be
better than ours."
"Which is a polite way of saying, 'Don't crow till you're out of the
wood!'" laughed Dorrie to Diana. "All the same, I'd back Katrine against
anyone I know!"
* * * * *
Carford College was a big day-school, situated about a mile out of the
town. The Aireyholme contingent was received by the head mistress, and
at once handed on to stewards, who took Katrine and Hilda to the
champions' tent, and the rest to the seats which had been reserved for
them. The College prided itself on its Games activities; its courts were
in excellent condition, and there was every facility for the comfort of
spectators. Six other schools besides Aireyholme had been invited to
compete, and bring twelve representatives each to witness the combat,
so that, with the pupils of the College, there was a crowd of more than
two hundred to watch the trial of skill.
Katrine and Hilda, inside the tent, were having a good time. They were
regaled with lemonade, and introduced to the other champions. It was
interesting to compare notes on sports and schools; if any of the
strangers were inclined to be shy, the ice was soon broken, and all were
chatting like old friends by the time the tournament began. The College
Games Captain, a particularly jolly girl, made an admirable hostess, and
put all her guests at their ease; she had herself been entertained in
similar circumstances, so she had experience to guide her. As the train
service from Heathwell to Carford was not very convenient, the
Aireyholme party had come early; two of the other schools were in like
case, and the rest turned up by degrees.
At last all the competitors had arrived, and the drawing took place.
Aireyholme was not in the first set, rather to Katrine's relief.
"I hate to have to begin," she remarked to Hilda. "It's much more
helpful if one can watch other people's play for a while."
The competitors who opened the tournament were fairly evenly matched.
Oakfield House perhaps excelled in serving, but Summerlea possessed a
champion who seemed able to take every ball, in whatsoever awkward spot
it alighted; she was a short, freckled, ungainly girl (Katrine had
mentally noted her plainness when they met in the tent), but her
spread-eagle method of play was highly successful, and her side scored
heavily.
"We shall have our work cut out for us if we're put against her,"
grunted Hilda. "Oakfield didn't do badly either, in the beginning, but
they couldn't stand against this Doris What's-her-name!"
Pinecroft versus Arden Grange came next on the list, resulting in a
narrow victory for the former.
Carford College had an exciting tussle with Windleness. Everybody,
except of course the Windleness girls, wanted the College to win. It was
felt that it would be too bad if the hostesses of the occasion were out
of the finals. By almost superhuman effort Carford managed to score, but
Windleness was accorded full honours of war by the spectators.
At last it was the turn of Katrine and Hilda. Aireyholme had been drawn
to play Ashley Hall, a school, so it was rumoured, with a reputation.
"I'm horribly nervous! I know we'll never beat them!" whispered Hilda,
with scarlet cheeks.
"Now don't work yourself up into a state! For goodness' sake, keep
cool!" Katrine besought her. "If you let yourself worry, you'll play
badly. Our salvation is to keep our heads. If you get excited, you're
done for. Brace up, can't you!"
"I'll do my best," murmured Hilda, setting her teeth.
The Aireyholme girls had sometimes been inclined to sneer at Katrine's
calm, imperturbable composure, but to-day it stood the school in good
stead. In tournaments the level-headed, cool, self-controlled competitor
generally has an advantage over an excitable, impulsive or nervous
rival. The Ashley Hall champions were splendid players, but they were
more brilliant than steady; one or two little things put them out; they
lost their nerve and made a few bad strokes. Katrine, on the contrary,
kept absolute self-possession; she calculated balls to a nicety, and it
was chiefly owing to her all-round preparedness that the set was won.
She and Hilda retired with sighs of relief.
"The foe was worthy of their steel--or rather, rackets," said Gwethyn to
Rose Randall. "I'm glad I wasn't chosen champion; I never can keep cool
like Kattie. She's always the same--never the least excited, while I'm
gyrating all over the place like a lunatic!"
There was now a midday interval for lunch, and the crowd dispersed. Most
of the College girls went home for their meal, but the visitors from the
other schools were entertained in the big hall with coffee, plates of
ham or tongue, buns, and fruit. At half-past one the finals were to
begin. It was not desirable to waste too much time, as several of the
schools must catch certain return trains.
"You played splendidly, Katrine, and Hilda backed you up no end!"
declared the Aireyholme girls, anxious to congratulate their champions.
"Go on in that style, and you'll do."
"Don't expect too much. The College will probably win a love set when we
play them," returned Katrine. "You'd better be bracing your nerves."
"Oh, we're sporting enough to take our luck as it comes, but we pin our
faith to you this afternoon!"
If the first sets had been exciting, the finals were doubly so.
Summerlea, after a Homeric contest, vanquished Pinecroft, and was placed
against Aireyholme. Katrine had anticipated a tussle with Doris
Kendrick, their spread-eagle champion, and she had calculated correctly.
Doris's play was magnificent, and Aireyholme only won by the skin of its
teeth.
"We must tackle Carford too," whispered Katrine to Hilda. "Don't give in
now."
The excitement among the spectators was intense. General sympathy was,
perhaps, on the side of the College, but everyone admired Aireyholme's
plucky play.
"Katrine is A1!" commented Rose. "Just look at that stroke! I never
thought she'd take that ball! Forty-thirty. I believe we'll do it yet.
Well done, Hilda! Good old girl! Keep it up! Keep it up! Oh! I say, it's
ours! What a frolicsome joke!"
The College girls were disappointed at the failure of their champions,
but they were magnanimous enough to start the cheer for Aireyholme.
Katrine and Hilda were called up by the Principal to receive their
prizes--two pretty bangles--and congratulations poured in from all
sides. There was not time for much more than to express their thanks,
for Miss Andrews was consulting her watch, and announcing that they must
rush to the station if they wished to catch their train; so with hasty
good-byes to their hostesses they made their exit. Their arrival at
Aireyholme was a scene of triumph. Mrs. Franklin was immensely gratified
at the good news, and the girls cheered till they were hoarse.
"We'll put it down in the school minutes under the heading of
'Victories'," purred Dorrie. "I'd have given up the matric. to be there.
Anybody taken snapshots? You, Rose? Good! We'll develop them to-night,
and if they come out decently, we'll paste them in the school album. I
never thought we should really beat Carford College. It breaks the
record. This is a ripping term for Aireyholme!"
"Kattie's scored in more senses than one to-day," whispered Gwethyn to
her chum Rose Randall.