For they became acquainted with none of the girls of Annapolis.
They could, however, on Saturday afternoon secure permission to go into the town.

Any change outside of the Academy walls now became welcome, though our young midshipmen had no other form of pleasure than merely to stroll through the streets of the town and occasionally regale themselves with a dish of ice-cream or a glass of soda at Wiegard's.
Brimmer, one Saturday afternoon, when strolling through the town, discovered a new little shop on Main Street.
This was a little store that had just been fitted up.

Some fruit was displayed for sale, though the main business of the place appeared to be the dispensing of various temperance drinks.
On the sign over the door the proprietor's first name was given as "Tony." The second name was an unpronounceable Greek one.
Being thirsty Brimmer stepped inside.
"Are you Tony ?" he asked of the swarthy young man behind the counter.
"Yes, sare," grinned Tony.

"What you drink ?" Brimmer looked over the stock, selected a bottle of ginger ale and paid for it.
"Business good ?" asked the midshipman.
"No, sare; ver' bad," replied Tony sadly.
"Oh, well, it will pick up by-and-by." "I hope so, sare.

But when I come here I think maybe the midsheepmen come see me offen.