That's all I know, Dave, about the plans of Dick and Greg." "I hope they do play," cried Midshipman Darrin cheerily.

"Even with two such old gridiron war horses as Dick and Greg against us, I believe that the Navy team, this year, has some fellows who can take the Army scalp with neatness and despatch." Dave rambled on, for some time now, with of the athletic doings at the Naval Academy.

It was not that he was so much interested in the subject--at that particular moment--but it was certainly fine to have Belle Meade for an interested listener.
"Well, you're half way through your course," put in Belle at last.

"You passed your last annual examinations in June." "Yes." "How did you stand in your exams ?" "I came through with honors," Dave declared unblushingly.
"Honors ?" repeated Belle delightedly.

"Oh, Dave, I didn't know you were one of the honor men of your class." "Yes," laughed Midshipman Dave, though there was a decidedly serious look in his fine face.