CHAPTER V.
SHOWING HOW, WHEN PEOPLE DO CONGREGATE TOGETHER, MUCH KNOWLEDGE MAY BE FOUND, AND HOW THE LITTLE HOYDEN HAD SOME KIND THINGS SAID ABOUT HER.
"Game and set," cries Tita at the top of her young voice, from the other end the court.

It would be useless to pretend she doesn't _shout_ it.

She is elated--happy.

She has won.

She tears off the little soft round cap that, defiant of the sun, she wears, and flings it sky-high, catching it deftly as it descends upon the top of her dainty head, a _little_ sideways.