"But don't you understand, you uncivilized being," demanded Dick,
chuckling, "that we can't dance all the numbers with the girls?
It would be a slight on the girls if only two men wanted to dance
with them. Besides, we want to show them all that's best about
West Point. We want them to meet as many as possible the very
best fellows that are here."

"My deepest thanks, suh, for the compliment," replied Anstey,
with a deep bow.

"Well, that describes you, doesn't it?" demanded Dick. "We want
these girls to carry away with them the finest impression possible
of good old West Point!"

When evening came, and Prescott and Holmes strolled through camp,
listening to the band concert, Dick wanted to talk all the time
about the coming visit of the girls. Greg answered, though it
struck his chum that Holmes was merely politely enthusiastic.

"Say, Dick," whispered Greg presently, with far greater enthusiasm
than he had been displaying, "look at that black-eyed, perfectly
tinted little doll that is walking with Griffin!

"Stroll around and meet them face to face presently, then," grinned
Dick. "Griff won't mind."

"The deuce he won't" growled Greg. "I'd have a scrap on my hands,
besides being voted a butter-in."

"Try it," advised Prescott, giving his chum a little shove. "I
tell you, Griff won't mind. Her name is Griffin, too. She's his
sister."

A moment later Prescott turned and tried to gulp down a great
chuckle. For Greg, without another word, had left him, and now
was strolling along with an air of slight absorption, yet his
course was so managed as to bring Mr. Holmes face to face with
Griffin. At least a dozen other gray and white-clad young men
were also to be observed manoeuvring so as to meet Griffin casually.
Thus it happened that Greg was but one of a group. Observing
this, Holmes increased his stride.

"Hullo, Holmesy!" cried Griffin, with great cordiality. "Glad
to encounter you. I've just been telling my sister about some
of the best fellows. Della, I present Mr. Holmes. Mr. Holmes,
my sister!"

Greg lifted his cap in the most polished manner that he had been
able to acquire at West Point, while a dozen other men scowled
at Griffin, who appeared not to see them.

Miss Adele Griffin was presently chatting most animatedly about
her new impressions of West Point and the United States Military
Academy.

"Holmesy, you know so much more about things than I do," pleaded
Griffin sweetly,