Four-N yell. That's _our_ way of
expressing our approbation. The boys taught us, and we think its a
pretty good way. It works off a whole lot of pent-up steam."

"What is it, Polly?" asked Mrs. Vincent.

"I'm afraid you would have to hear the boys give it to quite understand
it, Mrs. Vincent, but I tell you it makes one tingle right down to
one's very toes--that yell!"

"Can't you and Peggy give it to us on a small scale? Just as a sample of
what we may hear some day? Perhaps if the girls hear it they can fall
in. I'd like to hear it myself."

Polly paused a moment, looking doubtfully at Peggy. That old Naval
Academy Yell meant a good deal to these two girls. They had heard it
under so many thrilling circumstances.

"We will give it if you wish it, Mrs. Vincent, though it will sound
funny I'm afraid from just Polly and me. Maybe though, the girls will
try it too after we have given it."

With more volume and enthusiasm than would have seemed possible from
just two throats, Peggy and Polly began:

"N--n--n--n!
A--a--a--a!
V--v--v--v!
Y--y--y--y!
Navy! Navy! Navy! Navy!
Mrs. Vincent! Mrs. Vincent! Mrs. Vincent!"

the ending being entirely in the nature of a surprise to that lady who
blushed and laughed like a girl. But before she could escape, Polly had
sprung to the platform and as a cheer leader who would have put Wheedler
of old to shame was crying: "Come on!"

The girls caught the spirit and swing with a will and the room rang to
their voices.

Clapping her hands and laughing happily Mrs. Vincent ran toward the door
only pausing long enough to say:

"Four P. M. sharp! Then from seven to ten 'the
goblins will get you if you don't watch out!'"

"Let Polly sound 'Assembly' at four. Please do, Mrs. Vincent. It will
make us come double time," begged Peggy, running after her and detaining
her by slipping her arm about her waist.

"Assembly? I don't believe I quite understand."

"On her bugle, you know. It's so pretty, and we did that way at home if
we wanted to bring the bunch together in a hurry."

"Well, I'm learning something new every minute, I believe. Yes, sound
your bugle call, Polly, and be sure I shall be on the _qui vive_ to hear
it. Before we know it we shall have a _girls'_ military school."

"Oh, wouldn't it be perfectl