MIDSHIPMAN JETSON HAS THE FLOOR It was Friday afternoon, and the last sections had been dismissed in front of Bancroft Hall.

The balance of the afternoon belonged to the midshipmen, though most of them found it necessary to give the time to study.
Jetson was not one of the latter.

Always well up in his studies, he had no occasion to worry about daily markings or semi-annual examinations.
He had not grown less sulky, but he found himself a victim of unusual restlessness.

So he decided upon remaining out in the open air for the present.
Though actuated by a very different class of feelings, Darrin, also, felt disinclined for books.

He tried to study, for a few minutes, but gave it up and caught up his cap.