"Laura," he said softly, "if we remain here all afternoon there
is a lot that we shall fail to see. Are you for going on with
our walk?"

Laura Bentley looked up at him with something of a little start.
Perhaps she, too, had been thinking, but a girl may not speak
all that passes in her mind.

"Yes," she answered; "let us keep on."

Dick, as he walked beside her, was tortured with the feeling that
Laura Bentley might not wait long before making her choice of
men in the world. Some other fellow, more enterprising than he,
might-----

"But it wouldn't be fair!" muttered Prescott to himself. "I have
no right to ask her to tie herself for years, and then perhaps
fail myself."

Laura thought her cadet companion appeared a bit absent minded
during the rest of the walk. Who shall know what passes in a
girl's innermost mind? Perhaps she divined what was moving in
his mind.

As they passed by the coast battery, then came up by Battle Monument,
and so to the hotel, they found Greg and Anstey leaning against
the veranda railing, chatting with Belle and Miss Griffin. These
latest arrivals joined the others. Mrs. Bentley at last came
down and joined them.