Seeing it, repentant Greg rattled on: "Of course you know me well enough, old ramrod, to know that I'm not really reproaching you for being so loyal to Laura, good, sweet girl that she is.

But you've miffed a lot, of the girls on the post by your constancy.

Why, you could have the younger daughters of a dozen officers' following you, if you'd only look at them." "The younger daughters of the officers are all in the care of nurse-maids, Greg," Prescott retorted with pretended dignity.
"Relieving nurse-maids of their responsibilities is no part of a cadet's training or duty." "Well, 'be good and you'll be happy'-- -but you won't have a good time," laughed Greg, who, having finished his inspection of himself in the tiny glass, was now ready to depart.
"On your way, Holmesy," nodded Dick, glancing at the time.

"It's a long walk, even for a cadet, to Captain Steele's quarters." Greg went away, humming under his breath.
"There's a chap whom care rarely hits," mused Dick, looking half enviously after his chum.

"I wonder really if he ever will marry ?" Presently Dick picked up his camp chair and placed it just outside at the door of his tent.