"But I'd rather know now."
"I'll tell you what I mean before you say good-bye this afternoon,"
Belle promised.
"By Jove, but I am afraid that is going to be too late," murmured Midshipman Darrin. "Unless I'm greatly misled as to the meaning of the light that has suddenly come into Danny's eyes, he's proposing to her now!"
"Oh!" gasped Belle, and the small spoonful of cream that was passing down her throat threatened to strangle her.
"Dave, how old do you think Miss Henshaw is?" asked Miss Meade, as soon as she could trust herself to speak.
"Twenty, I suppose."
"You don't know much about women's ages, then, do you?" smiled
Belle.
"I don't suppose I've any business to know."
"Miss Henshaw is a good many years older than Dan."
"She doesn't look it," urged Dave.