"Well, I'm off for home and bed." "We'll stroll along up with you," proposed Darrin.
"No girls for you, either ?" "Not for two numbers.

Then we return to the young ladies that we escorted here." "Just to think," grunted Joyce, sniffing in the salt air that reached them from the waterfront, "a good deal more than a year more here before we get regularly at sea." "It seems as though we'd been here a long time," sighed Dave.

"But I don't suppose there was ever a midshipman yet who didn't long to get away from Annapolis and into the real, permanent life on the wave.

A West Point man must feel some of the same longing." "But he's on the land at West Point," objected Joyce, "and he's still on land after he graduates and goes to some post.

The Army cadet has no such glorious future to look forward to as has a midshipman." "Hello, here's Jet," called Dave as a midshipman enveloped in his overcoat approached them.