"I'll pin Danny boy down to that.

It would really seem like a slight on good old Dick if we didn't make Laura an early call." "I'll go to the telephone, now, and tell her that we're coming," cried Belle, rising quickly.
"Laura is delighted," she reported, on her return to the room.

"But Dave, didn't you at least bring along a uniform, so that we could see what it looks like ?" "I didn't," replied Dave, soberly, then added, quizzically: "You've seen the district messenger boys on the street, haven't you ?" "Yes, of course; but what--" "Our uniforms look very much like theirs," declared Dave.
"I'm afraid I can't undertake to believe you," Belle pouted.
"Well, anyway, you girls will soon have a chance to see our uniforms.
Just as soon as our hops start, this fall, you and Laura will come down and gladden our hearts by letting us drag you, won't you!" "Drag us ?" repeated Belle, much mystified.
"Oh, that's middies' slang for escorting a pretty girl to a midshipman hop." "You have a lot of slang, then, I suppose." "Considerable," admitted Dave readily.
"What, then, is your slang for a pretty girl ?" "Oh, we call her a queen." "And a girl who is--who isn't--pretty ?" "A gold brick," answered Dave unblushingly.
"A gold brick ?" gasped Belle.

"Dear me! 'Dragging a gold brick' to a hop doesn't sound romantic, does it ?" "It isn't," Darrin admitted.
"Yet you have invited me--" "Our class hasn't started in with its course of social compliments yet," laughed Dave.

"Please go look in the glass.