The Naval Academy is our alma mater, and a beloved spot.

Yet, after what I've been through there during the last few years I don't want to see the Naval Academy again.
At least, not until I've won a solid step or two in the way of promotion." "That's the feeling of all the graduates, I reckon," nodded Dave Darrin.

"For one, I know I don't want to go back there to-day." "Some day you will go back there, though," observed Danny Grin.
"Why are you so sure ?" Dave asked.
"Well, you were always such a stickler for observing the rules that the Navy Department will have to send you there for some post or other.

Probably you'll go back as a discipline officer." "I would have one advantage over you, then, wouldn't I ?" laughed Darrin.

"If I had to rebuke a midshipman I could do it with a more serious face than you could." "I can't help my face," sighed Danny Grin.
"You see, Dave," Mr.Dalzell observed, with a smile, "Dan inherited his face." "From his father's side of the family," promptly interposed Mrs.
Dalzell.
Here Mr.Farley, also in cits., entered the parlor in his dignified fashion.
"Darry, and you, too, Danny Grin, some of the fellows are waiting outside to see you.