"just be good to Dell for an hour, won't you?
You're one of the best-informed men here. Now, mind you, Dell!
No fun at Mr. Holmes's expense. Look out for her, Holmesy!"

With that Griffin "slid away" as gracefully and neatly as though
he hadn't been planning to do it all along.

"Your brother has always been mighty pleasant to me, but he never
was as downright good before," murmured Greg, looking down into
the big black eyes that glanced laughingly up into is face.

"Oh, if you are ordinarily observant," laughed Miss Griffin, "just
keep your eyes on a level, and you'll be able, in five minutes,
to understand why he is so good to you in the present instance."

Nevertheless, it was fully ten minutes before they met Griff again.
That young man was talking, with all animation, to a tall, rather
stately blonde young lady.

"My brother," remarked Miss Griffin, "is good boy, but he is
calculating, even in his goodness.

"I don't like to hear a word said against Griff," protested Greg,
"for I feel that I'm under the greatest obligation of my life
to him."

Miss Griffin laughed easily, but she glanced up challengingly
into the eyes of her tall escort. Miss Griffin had heard of the
gallantries of West Point's men, and didn't propose to be caught.

"You must find the cadets a good deal below your expectations?"
remarked Mr. Holmes inquiringly.

"No; they're a wholly charming lot," replied the girl. "Oh, that
word 'lot' simply escaped me. Yet it does seem rather apt. Don't
you think, Mr. Holmes, that the wearing of identical uniforms
gives the young men rather the look of a 'lot'?"

Greg felt just a bit crestfallen, but he wasn't going to show it.

"Why, I don't know," he replied slowly. "Some of the young ladies
who come here seem able to distinguish units in the lot."

"Differences in height, and variations in the color of hair and
eyes? Is that it?" asked Miss Griffin, with an air of mild curiosity.

"Why, perhaps we're like Chinamen?" laughed Greg good-naturedly.
"Pig-tailed and blue-bloused Chinese all look alike at first
glance. Gradually, however, one is able to note individual
peculiarities of appearance."

"Yes, I guess that's it, Mr. Holmes," replied the girl musingly.

"Now, I won't ask you to tax yourself unpleasantly in distinguishing
one cadet from another," Greg went on bravely. "But I am hoping,
with all my heart, that you'll know me the next time you meet me."

"I can tell you how to m