"But I know how I'll feel on that night.

If I carry off the honors for Annapolis, no mere ball could hold me! I'll need air and space.

I'll be lucky if I don't get arrested on that night for building bonfires in the streets." Dave next sighed dismally and continued: "If I don't carry off the Annapolis prize, I'll feel so disappointed that I won't look anybody in the face! Dick, Dick! It's fearful, this waiting---and wanting!" "It won't seem like the class ball a bit without you two boys," declared Belle Meade, pouting, the next afternoon.
"But if we get through," muttered Dave, "think of the gay, splendid times to which we can invite you at Annapolis and West Point." "Indianapolis and Blue Point are far away," murmured Belle, purposely misnaming both famous places.
"_Ann_-apolis!" flared Dave "_West_ Point!" protested Dick hotly.
"Don't mind Belle," begged Laura quietly.

"She's the worst tease I know." "If I get the appointment to Annapolis," continued Darrin, "you'll be asking me, next, if I expect to be promoted, after a while, to he helmsman, or fireman, on some cruiser." "Well, would you expect to be!" asked Belle, with an appearance of great innocence.
"Don't, Belle," pleaded Laura.

"The boy are too much in earnest.
It isn't fair to tease them, now.