"Well, you were always such a stickler for observing the rules
that the Navy Department will have to send you there for some
post or other. Probably you'll go back as a discipline officer."
"I would have one advantage over you, then, wouldn't I?" laughed
Darrin. "If I had to rebuke a midshipman I could do it with a
more serious face than you could."
"I can't help my face," sighed Danny Grin.
"You see, Dave," Mr. Dalzell observed, with a smile, "Dan inherited
his face."
"From his father's side of the family," promptly interposed Mrs.
Dalzell.
Here Mr. Farley, also in cits., entered the parlor in his dignified
fashion.
"Darry, and you, too, Danny Grin, some of the fellows are waiting
outside to see you. Will you step out a moment?"
"Where are the fellows?" asked Dave unsuspectingly.
"You'll find them on the steps outside the entrance."
Dave started for the door.
"You're wanted, too, Danny Grin, as I told you," Farley reminded
him.
"I'll be the Navy goat, then. What's the answer?" inquired Midshipman
Dalzell.
"Run along, like a good little boy, and your curiosity will soon
be gratified."
Danny Grin looked as though he expected some joke, but he went
none the less.
Dave, first to reach the entrance, stepped through into the open.
As he did so he saw at least seventy-five of his recent classmates
grouped outside.
The instant they perceived their popular comrade the crowd of
graduates bellowed forth:
"N N N N,
A A A A,
V V V V,
Y Y Y Y,
NAVY!
Darrin!
Darrin!
Darrin!"
In another moment Danny Grin showed himself.
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