An inspired thought chased the frown from Billie’s face. She smiled at the tall, good-looking young cadet.
“Paul, will you do me a favor?”
“Dozens of ’em!”
“Then be nice to Edina Tooker, will you? Awfully nice?”
Paul looked quizzically in the direction of the girl to whom he must be nice—awfully nice. Then his glance returned to Billie.
“That shouldn’t be hard,” he said. “I think she’s a ripping girl, really. Regular stunner.”
“Oh, do you?” Billie’s lovely face glowed with delight. “Oh, Paul, I’m so glad! That takes such a terrible weight off my mind!”
Paul’s eyes rested questioningly on the pretty face for an instant, then he said in an odd tone:
“Billie Bradley, you are quite the nicest girl I have ever known!” With the words, he walked over to Edina and proceeded to monopolize her completely and thoroughly for the rest of that day.
Teddy Jordon came up to Billie as she stared after Paul Martinson’s straight young back.