"Belle Meade doesn't," interrupted Dave so briskly that Dalzell, after a glance, agreed:
"You're right there, David, little giant. I've known Belle ever since we were kids at the Central Grammar School. If Belle ever got into any trouble through too free use of her tongue, then I never heard anything about it."
"Dan, do you want a fine suggestion about the employment of the rest of your liberty time while we're at Annapolis?"
"Yes."
"You remember Barnes's General History, that we used to have in
Grammar school?"
"Yes."
"Devote your liberty time to reading the book through again."
CHAPTER XXI
IN THE THICK OF DISASTER
Examination week—-torture of the "wooden" and seventh heaven of the "savvy!"