As he picked the odd one up the lieutenant laughed.
"What size does she wear, Dennis--sixes ?" "Five and three-quarters--long fingers; so she tells me." He sighed, and then wandered to the window, whistling "Robin Adair." "Now, Dennis, you promised me to go straight to bed.

Turn in we must, for I have to be on an early parade." "All right, Willie.

Good-night, and a thousand thanks to you.

It's been a great evening--I never was so happy in my life.

Come along, Jack." And off he went, tossing his head and singing to the air he had been whistling, "Who in the song so sweet?
Eileen aroon! Who in the dance so fleet?
Eileen aroon! Dear were her charms to me, Dearer her laughter free, Dearest her constancy, Eileen aroon!" "She'll be married to a sugar-planter before you've cut your wisdom teeth!" bawled the engineer from his bedroom.
"_Will she_ ?" retorted Dennis, and half-laughing, half-sentimentally, he sang on louder than before, "Were she no longer true, Eileen aroon! What should her lover do?
Eileen aroon! Fly with his broken chain, Far o'er the bounding main, Never to love again, Eileen aroon!" Willie made no reply.