“Both tests that you suggest are against cadet regulations.  Let me suggest a better test?”

“If you can?” challenged Miss Griffin.

The band, at this moment, was playing a Strauss waltz.  The young people had strolled just a bit beyond the encampment, and now Greg compelled a halt under the added shadow of a big tree.

“The test I long to suggest,” replied Greg, “is so exacting that I hesitate to ask it.”

“My curiosity is aroused,” complained Miss Griffin.

“I had it in mind to ask you to look up into my face until you are certain that you will recognize it again.”

“Mercy!” gasped the black-eyed beauty.

“I knew I was presumptuous and inconsiderate,” admitted Greg meekly.

None the less, Miss Griffin laughed and stood looking coyly up into Mr. Holmes’s face.  But at last, feeling absurd, Miss Griffin shifted her glance.

“I knew I was asking too much,” remarked Greg in a tone of resignation.  “You couldn’t stand it, could you?”

Laughing merrily, Miss Griffin turned her look upward again, meeting Greg Holmes’s gray eyes.

Then, after a few moments, she remarked thoughtfully: 

“My brother was over-solicitous in fearing that I would embarrass you in the least.”

“Are you going to be at the hop tomorrow night?” Greg asked.

“I—–­would like to.”

“Can it be possible,” queried Mr. Holmes, “that I am so fortunate as to be discreet in asking whether I may escort you there?”

“If you care to be so charitable, Mr. Holmes.”

Greg had a moment’s uneasy impulse to seize her hand by way of answer.  Fortunately, he restrained himself.

“If I call for you at the hotel tomorrow evening, Miss Griffin, may I hope that you will recognize me?” he challenged.

“I will take another look and make sure,” she laughed softly, glancing up archly into Greg’s face.

As the concert drew to a close Greg had to make a decent show of trying to find Griffin, and he succeeded.  Griffin was still with the tall blonde.  Griffin had permission to go to the hotel, and Greg didn’t.  So Greg strolled with Miss Griffin until near the hotel grounds.  Then he bade her a cordial good night, and Griff escorted both “femmes” to the hotel.

“What do you think of Holmesy?” asked Griffin of his sister.

“He’s quite agreeable,” replied Adele Griffin.  “Very soldierly, if I am any judge.  I wonder how he will look in a second lieutenant’s uniform?”

As our three bunkies prepared for bed that night Prescott remarked: 

“Tomorrow, Greg, we’ll see the folks from home!  I hope you’ll do nothing, though, to make Dave Darrin dislike you.”

“I won’t,” promised Greg solemnly.   Then:  “Oh, great—–­Jove! 
I’ve-----”

“Well?” demanded Dick.  “What have you done?

“I’ve asked another femme to accept my drag to-morrow night!