What are these Saturday evenings for, anyway, when
there's no way of spending them agreeably?"
"For a good many of the men, who want to get through," smiled
Dave, "Saturday evening is a heaven-sent chance to do a little
more studying against a blue next week. As for Danny boy, I imagine
he must have carried his grin up to Wilson's room. Or, maybe,
to Jetson's. Danny has plenty of harbors where he's welcome to
cast his anchor."
"May I sit down?" queried Mr. Farley.
"Surely, Furl, and with my heartiest apologies for having been
too dull to push a chair toward you."
"I can easily help myself," laughed the other midshipman, "since
there's only one other chair in the room."
"What have you and Page been talking about tonight?" asked Dave.
"Why do you want to know?"
"So that I won't run the risk of boring you by talking oh the same
subject."
"Well," confessed Midshipman Farley, "we've been talking about
this season's football."
"Oh, dear!" sighed Darrin. "That's the only topic really worth
talking about."
"Speaking of football," resumed Farley, "don't you believe that
we have a stronger eleven than we had last year!"
"If we haven't we ought to walk the plank," retorted Dave. "You
remember how the Army walloped us last year?"
"That was because the Army team had Prescott and Holmes on it,"
rejoined Farley quickly.
"Well, they'll have 'em this year, too, won't they?
"So Prescott and Holmes are to be out for the Army this year!"
"I haven't heard anything definite on that head," Dave answered.
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