Or, if you won't believe the glass, then just wait and see how proud Dan and I are if we can lead you and Laura out on the dancing floor." "But what horrid slang!" protested Belle.

"The idea of calling a homely girl a gold brick! And I thought you young men received more or less training in being gracious to the weaker sex." "We do," Dave answered, "as soon as we can find any use for the accomplishment.

Fourth classmen, you know, are considered too young to associate with girls.

It's only now, when we've made a start in the third class, that we're to be allowed to attend the hops at all." "But why must you have to have such horrid names for girls who have not been greatly favored in the way of looks?
It doesn't sound exactly gallant." "Oh, well, you know," laughed Dave, "we poor, despised, no-account middies must have some sort of sincere language to talk after we get our masks off for the day.

I suppose we like the privilege, for a few minutes in each day, of being fresh, like other young folks." "What is your name for 'fresh' down at Annapolis!" Belle wanted to know.
"Touge." "And for being a bit worse than touge ?" "Ratey." "Which did they call you ?" demanded Belle.
Dave started, then sat up straight, staring at Miss Meade.
"I see that your tongue hasn't lost its old incisiveness," he laughed.
"Not among my friends," Belle replied lightly.