It was the custom at Colby Hall for the officers of the battalion to take dinner with Colonel Colby on the day of an election. This was quite a formal affair and the cadets to participate made it a point to look their best.
“Say, Jack, you’re going to make a stunning looking major,” remarked Fred, as he watched his cousin dressing.
“How about yourself as captain?” was the reply.
“Just wait till Ruth Stevenson sees Jack in his new uniform!” cried Randy.
“Say, Jack, why not have a life-sized photo taken and give it to her to hang over her dressing table?” put in Andy, with a grin.
“You beware, Andy,” admonished his cousin, waving a finger severely at him. “Remember, as the commandant of the battalion, I can throw you into a dungeon cell if I feel so inclined,” and Jack strutted around grandly in the privacy of the Rovers’ sitting room.
“I’ll be good, oh, Most Noble One,” answered the fun-loving Rover, bowing down until his head almost touched his feet.
Jack and Fred had already sent word to Martha and Mary, and they, of course, had told Ruth and the others. It is needless to say that the Rover girls and their chums were almost as much pleased over the results of the election as the boys had been.
“I’m just dying to see them on parade with Jack at the head,” confided Martha to the others.
“Yes, and Fred in command of Company C,” added Mary. “Just to think of it! And he so much younger than the others!”