"Connie is going to splice the admiral," explained Enid.
"What admiral?"
"Any old admiral."
"Indeed, I will not take an old admiral," protested the elder.
"Then you had better take him when he is a lieutenant," said Brand.
This offered too good an opening to be resisted.
"Enid has already secured the lieutenant," she murmured, with a swift glance at the other.
Brand looked up quizzically.
"Dear me," he cried, "if my congratulations are not belated—"
Enid was blushing again. She threw her arms about his neck.