"Oh, I am glad to hear that. I don't quite understand what makes the cadets such a fad. No; one can't call it a fad either, for there is no sudden interest in them, they are always lionized. Since they have been here, I notice that people go hours before the time for parade for the sake of securing good places, and then wait patiently; so I have been wondering this afternoon how I could fix it for you to get a view of the ceremonies. It will be very pleasant to have Mr. Eames' assistance."
"Then comes in that awful word again," laughed Clover. "We shall have to hurry a little."
Page sighed unconsciously. "Is this very good tea?" he asked, as they finally rose from the table. "I am not a connoisseur."
"Very nice indeed."
"I thought it must be. I never enjoyed any tea so much in my life."
"Then we are very much obliged to each other, aren't we?" said Clover gayly, and consuming her watch, she reminded her companion again of the hour of the appointment, and they hastened away.
They arrived at the hospital steps just as the others were leaving.
"Oh, you loiterers," was Mildred's greeting.
"Don't you see our breathless condition?" returned Clover. "How can you have the heart to reproach us? How do you do, Mr. Eames? We are very grateful to you. What a hopeless throng that looks like!"
"Let me take some of those camp chairs," said Gorham, suiting the action to the word.