SUNNY SLOPES


CHAPTER I

THE BEGINNING

Back and forth, back and forth, over the net, spun the little white
ball, driven by the quick, sure strokes of the players. There was no
sound save the bounding of the ball against the racquets, and the thud
of rubber soles on the hard ground. Then--a sudden twirl of a supple
wrist, and--

"Deuce!" cried the girl, triumphantly brandishing her racquet in the
air.

The man on the other side of the net laughed as he gathered up the
balls for a new serve.

Back and forth, back and forth, once more,--close to the net, away back
to the line, now to the right, now to the left,--and then--

"Ad out, I am beating you, David," warned the girl, leaping lightly
into the air to catch the ball he tossed her.

"Here is a beauty," she said, as the ball spun away from her racquet.