As our three bunkies prepared for bed that night Prescott remarked:
"Tomorrow, Greg, we'll see the folks from home! I hope you'll do nothing, though, to make Dave Darrin dislike you."
"I won't," promised Greg solemnly. Then: "Oh, great—-Jove!
I've——-"
"Well?" demanded Dick. "What have you done?
"I've asked another femme to accept my drag to-morrow night!
"Miss Griffin?"
"Yes!"
"Anstey," continued Dick, turning quickly to hide a frown, "I shall have to draft you!"
"I was bo'n and reared a gentleman, suh!" replied the Virginian, with cordial gravity.