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.