besides being voted a butter-in."

"Try it," advised Prescott, giving his chum a little shove. "I
tell you, Griff won't mind. Her name is Griffin, too. She's his
sister."

A moment later Prescott turned and tried to gulp down a great
chuckle. For Greg, without another word, had left him, and now
was strolling along with an air of slight absorption, yet his
course was so managed as to bring Mr. Holmes face to face with
Griffin. At least a dozen other gray and white-clad young men
were also to be observed manoeuvring so as to meet Griffin casually.
Thus it happened that Greg was but one of a group. Observing
this, Holmes increased his stride.

"Hullo, Holmesy!" cried Griffin, with great cordiality. "Glad
to encounter you. I've just been telling my sister about some
of the best fellows. Della, I present Mr. Holmes. Mr. Holmes,
my sister!"

Greg lifted his cap in the most polished manner that he had been
able to acquire at West Point, while a dozen other men scowled
at Griffin, who appeared not to see them.

Miss Adele Griffin was presently chatting most animatedly about
her new impressions of West Point and the United States Military
Academy.

"Holmesy, you know so much more about things than I do," pleaded
Griffin sweetly, "just be good to Dell for an hour, won't you?