Darrin drew down a book from the bookshelf, and from between its pages extracted a letter from Belle, which he began to read for the dozenth time.
A few minutes passed.

Then Joyce knocked, next entered the room with jubilation apparent in his face.
"I've fixed it," he cried.

"All you fellows have to do is to go to the O.C.and make your request in person." "Request for what ?" Dave asked, looking up as he folded the letter.
"I told the O.C., plumply, that we were so tired of being on this side of the wall that we felt desperate for a change.

I reminded him that we are all three in the top grease grade, and told him that we wanted permission to take a short stroll through Annapolis to-night.

O.C.hemmed and hawed, and said it was a most unusual request for the evening, though proper enough for Saturday afternoon.