"You said it," agreed Frank. "Gee, but I'm hungry!" "Did you say we could have anything we wanted?" Allen was demanding of the Little Captain in an undertone. "No exceptions?" "None," said Betty, dimpling. "Then," said Allen deliberately, his eyes fixed steadily upon her sparkling face. "If you please--I'll take--you!" "Oh," gasped Betty, her eyes falling before the young lawyer's ardent gaze, while the rich color flooded her face. "I said anything--not anybody. Allen, please don't be foolish. They're all looking at us." "Well, you can't blame 'em," Allen retorted whimsically. "They're not used to seeing two such good-looking people together," he added in bland explanation. "My, don't we hate ourselves!" said Betty, dimpling again. "But go ahead and tell us your adventures," she added, glad to change a subject which was becoming too personal. "No story--no supper, you know." "We don't want supper--we want breakfast," interrupted Frank, with a grin. "What have you been saying to her, Allen--to get her dates mixed like that?" "Allen Washburn, are you going to tell that story or are you not?" queried Mollie, in a menacingly quiet tone of voice. "If you're not--" "Yes, ma'am," said Allen meekly. "Where shall I begin, please?" "At the beginning," said Grace sarcastically, and reached for her candy box, grimacing to find it empty. "Thank you," said Allen courteously. "Well, as you know, we four husky braves meandered from the island one bright morning in the early part of the week to seek our fortune, as it were, in the city of promise." "Yes, that's all it does do," Roy put in pessimistically. "Promise!" "As I was saying," Allen continued, settling himself in a more comfortable position on the steps, and ignoring the interruption. "We sauntered off, and straightway looked up a recruiting station." "Oh!" gasped Amy, hands clasped and eyes shining. "That must have been exciting." "Well, I don't know," said Allen, scratching his head reflectively, "that that part was so exciting, but wait till you hear what happened afterward. After we found where the recruiting office was, we went to the hotel we were stopping at, and punished a mighty big breakfast. You see, we figured out that we were going to put our necks into the noose, as it were, and we wanted something good and big to stand up on." "Wouldn't your feet do?" asked Betty innocently. "Heavens, no!" replied Allen, answering the query in solemn earnest, while the girls giggled, and the boys grinned appreciatively. "We were so nervous by that time we weren't sure we had any feet." "All you had to do was to look," murmured Mollie maliciously. "You couldn't miss 'em." Allen looked hurt, got up and sat on his feet. "If you don't see them, perhaps you'll forget about them," he offered by way of explanation. "You don't know how sensitive I am on the subject of feet." "I couldn't blame you," Mollie was beginning, when Betty broke in with a little despairing cry for help.