They had
lost three successive games, when Cedric flung up his racket and
declared he could play no more.
"They have given us a regular beating, mate," he said cheerfully.
"You were in capital form, Herrick, and I did not do so badly
myself, though I say it as shouldn't; but David has taken the shine
out of us. I say, old fellow, you ought to be champion player."
"I think Miss Templeton played a good game," returned David
modestly, and then he and Cedric went off to hunt for missing balls,
and Elizabeth sauntered to the house. Half an hour later she was
just putting the finishing touches to her dress when Dinah tapped at
the door, and, as Elizabeth gave her a welcoming smile, sat down by
the toilet table. It was one of Dinah's homely, pleasant little
ways, but these few minutes of sisterly chat would have been sorely
missed by both of them.
"How nice you look, dear!" in an admiring voice. Then Elizabeth
glanced at herself with her head a little on one side.
"Do I?" she said simply. "I was afraid I should never regain my
normal colour. Are you sure I don't look rather blowsy, and like a
milkmaid?" But Dinah indignantly repudiated this; it was Dinah's
private belief that Elizabeth was a very beautiful woman.
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