"Well, I'll admit that I'm simply restless, and that anything that will stir my blood and my liver will fill the bill.

I'm afraid I'm so depraved to-night that even a street-fight wouldn't go against the grain." "You'd better forget it," advised Darrin quietly.

"It's a dangerous frame of mind for a future officer and gentleman, who must acquire control over himself before he can be fit to command men." "You talk like a padre!" (chaplain) uttered Joyce in disgust "Can't you forget, for one evening, that you're a midshipman ?" "No; I don't want to," Dave returned quietly.
"Prig!" uttered Joyce again, and this time he did not take the pains to speak under his breath.

But Darrin only smiled indulgently.
By way of simple dissipation the three midshipmen went to a drug store, enjoying themselves with ice cream sodas.

Soon after they found themselves in a Main Street bookstore, looking over post cards.