I've just been telling my sister about some of the best fellows.

Della, I present Mr.Holmes.

Mr.Holmes, my sister!" Greg lifted his cap in the most polished manner that he had been able to acquire at West Point, while a dozen other men scowled at Griffin, who appeared not to see them.
Miss Adele Griffin was presently chatting most animatedly about her new impressions of West Point and the United States Military Academy.
"Holmesy, you know so much more about things than I do," pleaded Griffin sweetly, "just be good to Dell for an hour, won't you?
You're one of the best-informed men here.

Now, mind you, Dell! No fun at Mr.Holmes's expense.

Look out for her, Holmesy!" With that Griffin "slid away" as gracefully and neatly as though he hadn't been planning to do it all along.
"Your brother has always been mighty pleasant to me, but he never was as downright good before," murmured Greg, looking down into the big black eyes that glanced laughingly up into is face.
"Oh, if you are ordinarily observant," laughed Miss Griffin, "just keep your eyes on a level, and you'll be able, in five minutes, to understand why he is so good to you in the present instance." Nevertheless, it was fully ten minutes before they met Griff again.
That young man was talking, with all animation, to a tall, rather stately blonde young lady.
"My brother," remarked Miss Griffin, "is good boy, but he is calculating, even in his goodness.
"I don't like to hear a word said against Griff," protested Greg, "for I feel that I'm under the greatest obligation of my life to him." Miss Griffin laughed easily, but she glanced up challengingly into the eyes of her tall escort.