I'll go and be ordering them!" chirruped Marjorie, dancing away.
"Cheek! Don't make so sure." "It's _my_ medal, so be getting your handkerchiefs ready," maintained Winona.
Though Winona, just for the fun of teasing her friends, had pretended to appropriate the prize, she had really no anticipation of winning.

She was fairly good at gymnasium work, but could not be considered a champion.

She knew her success or failure would depend very much on luck.

If she happened to feel in the right mood she might achieve something, but it was an even chance that at the critical moment her courage might fail her.

In a match she was generally swept away by the intense feeling of cooperation, the knowledge that all her team were striving for a common cause buoyed her up, but in a competition where each was for herself, the element of nervousness would have greater scope.