Berkeley Fresno was devoting himself to Miss Blake.
"What do you think of our decorations?" she inquired.
"They are more or less athletic," he declared. "Was it Mr.
Speed's idea?"
"Yes. He wanted training-quarters."
"It's a joke, isn't it?"
"I don't think so. Mr. Fresno, why do you dislike Mr. Speed?"
Fresno bent a warm glance upon the questioner. "Don't you know?"
Helen shook her head with bland innocence. "Then you do dislike him?"
"No, indeed! I like him—he makes me laugh." Helen bridled loyally. "Did you see those medals he wore yesterday?" the young man queried.
"Of course, and I thought them beautiful."