"Gracious! Let me get out quickly and get that notebook!"
"At midshipmen's hops the fellow who drags the——"
"Gold brick," supplied Belle, resignedly.
"No—not for worlds! You're no gold brick, Belle, and you know it, even though you do refuse to go to the mirror. But the fellow who drags any femme—"
"Please—?"
"'Femme' stands for girl. The fellow who drags any femme makes up her dance card for her."
"And she hasn't a word to say about it?"
"Not as a rule."
"Oh!" cried Belle, dramatically.
She moved toward the door. Dave, who could not take his eyes from her pretty face, managed, somehow, to delay her.