. Nancy Lee's spring term . ding hands and being careful not to losetheir front-row places, Jeanne and Nancy backedslowly to the chalk-line that Kittie had indicated—one of two parallel lines that marked off a long,narrow grass-plot in front of the target. Jeanneand Nancy were at the upper end of the space,nearer the target than anybody but Miss Mac-Pherson and Mrs. Grant, who were umpiring thematch. I do hope we can beat them, said Nancy, asthe town-girl, winning the toss, chose to let Verashoot first. I think we do. Vera is not—what you say—never to be She is cool as ice al-ways. Ye
. Nancy Lee's spring term . ding hands and being careful not to losetheir front-row places, Jeanne and Nancy backedslowly to the chalk-line that Kittie had indicated—one of two parallel lines that marked off a long,narrow grass-plot in front of the target. Jeanneand Nancy were at the upper end of the space,nearer the target than anybody but Miss Mac-Pherson and Mrs. Grant, who were umpiring thematch. I do hope we can beat them, said Nancy, asthe town-girl, winning the toss, chose to let Verashoot first. I think we do. Vera is not—what you say—never to be She is cool as ice al-ways. Yes, and shes practiced a lot,73 said Nancyhopefully. A hush fell on the crowd, as Vera fitted herarrow, took slow, careful aim, and let fly. Hardlyhad her shaft hit the red circle next to the bulls-eye, when the town teams captain lifted her bowand with a swift, careless gesture shot her , too, stuck in the red circle, a shade nearer theinner edge than Veras. How funny ! said Nancy. She didnt seemto aim at SHES PRACTISED A LOT THE NE^. PUBLIC I A SI OR, LENOXT1J-DEN FOUNDATION THE HONOR OF FAIR OAKS 11 It is always so. You have not watched, per-haps ? questioned Jeanne. She has been a fineshot each time, and never has she waited to mus be—what you say?—a natural-bornshooter. Veras next arrow hit the bulls-eye, while thetown captains casual shot struck just on the innerrim of the red. The spectators were now tense and quiet withexcitement. A pink flush of triumph tintedVeras soft cheeks, and the town-girl, who was apoint behind, drummed nervously on her bow, asshe waited for Vera to aim. One moment, please ! cried Miss lowered her bow in surprise, and spectators began to chatter again. It wassome question about counting the points thatmust be decided before the final round, so the girlnext Nancy told her. Miss MacPherson, , and the captains conversed ushers walked back and forth, keeping thefield c
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