At one time the girls had been wont to ring Dr.Broadfield's front-door bell and beg permission to pick up their property, but they had been received so sourly by his elderly housekeeper, that they hardly dared to ask again.
"Three good balls gone in half an hour!" grieved Verity.

"There'll soon be none left at this rate.

I believe there must be a dozen at least lying on the grass over there, only that stingy old thing won't throw them back.

It's really too bad." "How could we possibly get them ?" ruminated Doreen.
"Sham ill, get Dr.Broadfield to attend, and coax them out of him," suggested Fil.
Doreen shook her head.
"He's not the school doctor, unfortunately.

When Millie sprained her ankle, Miss Burd sent for Dr.Harrison.We might fish for them with a butterfly net tied to the end of a drilling pole, if they're anywhere near enough." "They're not.