The next day, as little Roger was going toward the tennis court, a large orange and white setter ran effusively from around the corner of the inn and greeted him.

Miss Fanhall, the Worcester girls, Hollanden, and Oglethorpe faced to the front like soldiers.

Hollanden cried, "Why, Billie Hawker must be coming!" Hawker at that moment appeared, coming toward them with a smile which was not overconfident.
Little Roger went off to perform some festivities of his own on the brown carpet under a clump of pines.

The dog, to join him, felt obliged to circle widely about the tennis court.

He was much afraid of this tennis court, with its tiny round things that sometimes hit him.