And then, in
ordinary good nature, they'll have to invite me, also, as your
roommate. Greg, do you stop to realize that we've never yet been
invited to an officer's house to dinner?"
"And we never would be, if we depended on you," grumbled Greg.
"Women are the foundation rock of society, yet you never look
at anyone in a petticoat except Laura Bentley, who comes here
only once a year, and who may be so tired of coming here that
she'll never appear again."
A brief cloud flitted across Dick's face. Seeing it, repentant
Greg rattled on:
"Of course you know me well enough, old ramrod, to know that I'm
not really reproaching you for being so loyal to Laura, good,
sweet girl that she is. But you've miffed a lot, of the girls
on the post by your constancy. Why, you could have the younger
daughters of a dozen officers' following you, if you'd only look
at them."
"The younger daughters of the officers are all in the care of
nurse-maids, Greg," Prescott retorted with pretended dignity.
"Relieving nurse-maids of their responsibilities is no part of
a cadet's training or duty."
"Well, 'be good and you'll be happy'---but you won't have a good
time," laughed Greg, who, having finished his inspection of himself
in the tiny glass, was now ready to depart.
"On your way, Holmesy," nodded Dick, glancing at the time. "It's
a long walk, even for a cadet, to Captain Steele's quarters.
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