"And you might be extremely kind, Darry, and write me down for a couple of numbers on Miss——"
"Miss Meade is the young lady's name."
"Then delight me by writing down a couple of reservations for me on Miss Meade's card."
Darrin's face clouded slightly.
"I'd like to, Treadwell, but the card is pretty crowded, and some other fellows—"
"One dance, anyway, then."
"I will, then, if there's a space to be left, and if Miss Meade is agreeable," promised Dave, as he hurried away.
Two minutes later, when he returned, looking very handsome, indeed, in his short-waisted, gold-laced dress coat, Dave felt his arm touched.
"I'm waiting for you to keep your engagement with me," Midshipman Treadwell murmured.
"Come along; I shall be delighted to present you to Miss Meade."