"The instructor in boxing?" asked Belle.
It was a wonderfully delightful stroll that the middy and his sweetheart enjoyed that September forenoon.
Once Dave sighed, so pronouncedly that Belle shot a quick look of questioning at him.
"Tired of our understanding already?" she demanded.
"No; I was thinking how sorry I am for Danny boy! He doesn't know the happiness of having a real sweetheart."
"How do you know he doesn't?" asked Belle quickly. "Does he tell you everything?"
"No; but I know Danny's sea-going lines pretty well. I'd suspect, at least, if he had a sweetheart."
"Are you sure that you would?"
"Oh, yes! By gracious! There's Danny going around the corner above at this very moment."
Belle had looked in the same instant.