We'll all get seats in it."
"If that is the programme, Mrs. Bentley," laughed Dick, "Greg
and I will have to overtake you, later on, on foot. Cadets are
not allowed to ride in the stage.
"Can't you telephone for a carriage, then?" inquired Mrs. Bentley.
"Certainly, and with pleasure, but cadets may not ride in a carriage,
either."
"Oh, you poor cadets!" cried Mrs. Bentley. "To think of your
having to climb that steep road ahead. And its ever so long, too!"
"You get in the stage, mother, and Belle and I will walk up the
road with Dick and Greg," proposed Laura Bentley.
So the two cadets busied themselves with assisting Mrs. Bentley
into the stage, after which they returned to their fair friends.
"Now, I have trouble in store for you two young men," declared
Belle Meade, frowning. "Why did you young men conspire to beat
the Navy at football?"
"For the honor and glory of the Army," replied Dick, smiling.
"To put humiliation over your old chums, Dave and Dan," flashed
Belle. "Laura and I were down at Annapolis, at a hop last month,
as you may have heard. Poor Dave hasn't yet recovered from the
blow of seeing the Navy lose that game to the Army!"
"But I'll wager he didn't blame us," retorted Prescott, his eyes
twinkling.
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