"But, if she's really a lady, she must be safe company for Dan."
Belle smiled queerly before she responded:
"I'm afraid Dan is in for a tremendous disappointment."
"In the lady's character?" pressed Darrin.
"Oh, indeed, no."
"Wait and see."
"But I'd rather know now."
"I'll tell you what I mean before you say good-bye this afternoon,"
Belle promised.
"By Jove, but I am afraid that is going to be too late," murmured
Midshipman Darrin. "Unless I'm greatly misled as to the meaning
of the light that has suddenly come into Danny's eyes, he's proposing
to her now!"
"Oh!" gasped Belle, and the small spoonful of cream that was passing
down her throat threatened to strangle her.
"Dave, how old do you think Miss Henshaw is?" asked Miss Meade,
as soon as she could trust herself to speak.
"Twenty, I suppose."
"You don't know much about women's ages, then, do you?" smiled
Belle.
"I don't suppose I've any business to know."
"Miss Henshaw is a good many years older than Dan."
"She doesn't look it," urged Dave.
"But she is. Trust another woman to know!"
"There, by Jove!" whispered Dave. "It has started. Danny is
running under the wire! I can tell by his face that he has just
started to propose."
"Poor boy! He'll have an awful fall!" muttered Belle.
"Why do you say that? But, say! You're right, Belle. Dan's
face has turned positively ghastly. He looks worse than he could
if he'd just failed to graduate.
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