"I don't suppose," replied Belle, "that it often happens that one little city often has the honor of furnishing, at the same time, two midshipmen for Annapolis and two cadets for West Point."
"Very likely not," nodded Dave. "But it seems too bad, just the same.
What wouldn't I give to see Tom or Harry? Or Greg or Dick? And now that
I'm here Dick Prescott and Greg Holmes are but just barely gone."
"Yes; they have been but four days gone," assented Belle. "It does seem too bad that you and your West Point chums couldn't have been one day together."
"I haven't seen a blessed one of the good old four since I left for Annapolis, more than two years ago," muttered Dave complainingly. "What wouldn't I give—just to see what they look like in these days?"
"Well, what would you give?" demanded Belle, rising and hesitating.
"They've given you their photos, then!" asked Dave Darrin guessing.
"Please be quick—let me see the photos."
Belle glided from the room, to return with a large card.
"They were taken altogether," she explained, handing the card over to
Darrin. "There they are—all in one group."
Dave seized the card, studying eagerly the print mounted thereon.
"Whew! What a change two years make in a High School boy, doesn't it?" demanded Darrin.