And when a fellow bilges----" "Stop!" begged Belle.

"Wait!" She fled from the room, to return presently bearing the prettiest hat that Dave ever remembered having seen on her shapely young head.

In one hand she carried a dainty parasol that she turned over to him.
"What's the cruise ?" asked Darrin, rising.
"I'm going out to get that notebook, now.

Please don't talk any more 'midshipman' to me until I get a chance to set the jargon down." As she stood there, such a pretty and wholesome picture, David Darrin thought he never before had seen such a pretty girl, nor one dressed in such exquisite taste.

Being a boy, it did not occur to him that Belle Meade had been engaged for weeks in designing this gown and others that she meant to wear during his brief stay at home.
"What are you thinking of ?" asked Belle.
"What a pity it is that I am doomed to a short life," sighed Darrin.
"A short life?
What do you mean ?" Belle asked.
"Why, I'm going to be assassinated, the first hop that you attend at the Naval Academy." "So I'm a gold brick, am I ?" frowned Belle.
"You--a--gold brick ?" stammered Dave.