"No, stupid! Dan."
"Well, why shouldn't he move about?" Midshipman Darrin inquired.
"But with—-By the way, who is that girl, anyway?"
The girl was tall, rather stately and of a pronounced blonde type. She was a girl who would have been called more than merely pretty by any one who had seen her going by on Midshipman Dalzell's arm.
"I don't really know who she is," Dave admitted.
"Have you seen her here before?"
"Yes; I think I have seen the young lady half a dozen times before to-night."
"Then it's odd that you don't know who she is," pursued Miss Meade.
"I've never been introduced to her, you see."
"Oh! I imagined that you midshipmen were always being presented to girls."