response to the appeal, only an uneasy movement;
but her period of waiting was extremely brief.

"Oh, I knew you would; you have all been so kind and considerate." She
arose, resting her daintily gloved hand upon Brant's blue sleeve, her
pleased eyes smiling up confidingly into his. Then with a charming
smile, "Oh, Mr. Wynkoop, I have decided to claim your escort to supper.
You do not care?"

Wynkoop bowed, his face like a poppy.

"I thought you would not mind obliging me in this. Come, Lieutenant."

Miss Spencer, when she desired to be, was a most vivacious companion,
and always an excellent dancer. Brant easily succumbed to her sway,
and became, for the time being, a victim to her charms. They circled
the long room twice, weaving their way skilfully among the numerous
couples, forgetful of everything but the subtile intoxication of that
swinging cadence to which their feet kept such perfect time,
occasionally exchanging brief sentences in which compliment played no
insignificant part. To Brant, as he marked the heightened color
flushing her fair cheeks, the experience brought back fond memories of
his last cadet ball at the Point, and he hesitated to break the mystic
spell with abrupt questioning. Curiosity, however, finally mastered
his reticence.

"Miss Spencer," he asked, "may I inquire if you possess such a
phenomenon as a 'star' pupil?"

The lady laughed merrily, but her expression became somewhat puzzled.
"Really, what a very strange question! Why, not unless it might be
little Sammy Worrell; he can certainly use the longest words I ever
heard of outside a dictionary. Why, may I ask? Are you especially
interested in prodigies?"

"Oh, not in the least; certainly not in little Sammy Worrell. The
person I had reference to chances to be a young woman, having dark
eyes, and a wealth of auburn hair. We met quite by accident, and the
sole clew I now possess to her identity is a claim she advanced to
being your 'star' pupil."

Miss Spencer sighed somewhat regretfully, and her eyes fell. "I fear
it must have been Naida, from your description. But she is scarcely
more than a child. Surely, Lieutenant, it cannot be possible that you
have become interested in her?"

He smiled pleasantly. "At least eighteen, is she not? I was somewhat
impressed with her evident originality, and hoped to renew our slight
acquaintanceship here in more formal manner. She is your 'star' pupil,
then?"

"Why, she is