Greg answered, though it struck his chum that Holmes was merely politely enthusiastic.
"Say, Dick," whispered Greg presently, with far greater enthusiasm than he had been displaying, "look at that black-eyed, perfectly tinted little doll that is walking with Griffin! "Stroll around and meet them face to face presently, then," grinned Dick.

"Griff won't mind." "The deuce he won't" growled Greg.

"I'd have a scrap on my hands, besides being voted a butter-in." "Try it," advised Prescott, giving his chum a little shove.

"I tell you, Griff won't mind.

Her name is Griffin, too.