"It doesn't look like much more than any clerk might wear," remarked Mrs. Overton, doubtfully.
"It isn't meant to. This flannel undress is intended for an officer to wear when he doesn't want to look conspicuous among civilians. I'll go to my room and put it on presently, and then I think you'll like it a whole lot better."
"Maybe," said Mrs. Overton doubtfully.
"All this time," pursued Lieutenant Hal, "I'm wondering whether Noll had found a letter waiting for him at his home, and whether his news was as fine as mine."
"You up there, Hal?" called a voice from below—Noll's.
"Charge!" yelled back the young lieutenant.
Up the stairs very sedately came Noll Terry. His appearance proclaimed the story. He was wearing the tennis flannel undress, red sash and all.
CHAPTER II
BUNNY HEPBURN UP TO OLD TRICKS
