"John is in the Navy," Gracie explained. "He's a middy on the ..."
"A snotty," corrected John in a warning growl. "You're at school here, aren't you?" he added, turning to Joey.
"I'm at Redlands."
"That's the big place out beyond the Round Tower?"
"Yes. I say, do you know anything about the tower?" Joey asked breathlessly.
"Aunt Greta's the one to ask—she lives here. Why? Are you specially keen on towers?"
"Joey comes from Scotland," Gracie said, as though a tower were an unknown spectacle in the north.
Joey was just going to explain that what specially interested her was not so much the tower as the queer lights that came from it, when the gong for luncheon sounded with a roar, and Gracie got up.
"Come along, Joey. John has his lunch up here."