I'm not going to take advantage of you as heartlessly as that." Yet something in her eyes gave the midshipman hope.
"Belle," he continued eagerly, "don't trifle with me.

Tell me--will you marry me some day ?" Then there was a little more talk and--well, it's no one's business.
"But we're not so formally engaged," Belle warned him, "that you can't write me and draw out of the snare if you wish when you're older.

And I'm not going to wear any ring until you've graduated from the Naval Academy.

Do you understand that, Mr.David Darrin ?" "It shall be as you say, either way," Dave replied happily.
"And now, let us get started, or we shan't get out on the street to-day," urged Belle.
Then they passed out on the street, and no ordinarily observant person would have suspected them of being anything more than school friends.
Being very matter-of-fact in some respects, Belle's first move was to go to a stationer's, where she bought a little notebook bound in red leather.
Dave tried to pay for that purchase, but Belle forestalled him.
"Why didn't you allow me to make you that little gift ?" he asked in a low tone, when they had reached the street.
"Wait," replied Belle archly.

"Some day you may find your hands full in that line." "One of my instructors at Annapolis complimented me on having very capable hands," Dave told her dryly.
"The instructor in boxing ?" asked Belle.
It was a wonderfully delightful stroll that the middy and his sweetheart enjoyed that September forenoon.
Once Dave sighed, so pronouncedly that Belle shot a quick look of questioning at him.
"Tired of our understanding already ?" she demanded.
"No; I was thinking how sorry I am for Danny boy! He doesn't know the happiness of having a real sweetheart." "How do you know he doesn't ?" asked Belle quickly.