surveyed himself with some wonder in attire which was so
unfamiliar.
Out in the quadrangle, for the last time, the grads. met. There,
too, were the members of the classes remaining, but these latter
were still in the cadet gray, and would be until the close of their
own grad. days.
Hurried good-byes were said. Warm handclasps sounded on all sides.
Few words were said, but there were many wet eyes.
Then some of the grads. raced for the station to board the next
city-bound train.
Greg remained behind with Dick. After quitting the quadrangle,
they bent swift steps toward the hotel, where awaited Mrs. Prescott,
Mrs. Bentley, Laura and Belle.
Something else waited, too---a carriage, or rather, a small bus, for
Dick and Greg were no longer cadets and might ride over the post
in a carriage if they chose.
"It was beautifully impressive, dear," whispered Laura, referring
to the graduating exercises.
"But, thank goodness, it's over, and I have my diploma in this
suit case," murmured Dick grimly. "No more fearful grind, such
as we've been going through for more than four years. No more
tortured doubts as to whether we'll ever grad. and get our commissions
in the Army. That is settled, now. And think, Laura, if I hear
a bugle in the city to-morrow morning, I can simply turn over
and take another nap."
"You lazy boy!" laughed Laura half chidingly.
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