"You spend four years and three months here, and see if you don't
feel the same way about it," smiled Dick. "But I love every gray
stone in these grand old buildings, just the same. West Point
shall be ever dear in my memory!"
Greg's mother now came out and joined the ladies on the porch.
A moment or two later Mr. Prescott and Mr. Holmes stepped out
and grasped their sons' hands.
"We haven't a heap of time left if we want to catch the down-river
steamboat," suggested Dick, with a glance at his watch.
So this happy little home party entered the bus, and the drive
to the dock began.
They passed scores of cadets, who carefully saluted these grads.
Everyone in the party knew of the betrothal of Dick and Laura.
Greg had had to stand a good deal of good-natured chaffing from
his parents because he had not fared as well.
"The next girl I get engaged to," sighed Greg, "I'm going to insist
on marrying instantly. Then there'll be no danger of losing her."
At the dock, Anstey, Durville, Douglass and other grads. waited,
though the majority of the members of the late first class were
already speeding to New York on a train that had started a few
minutes earlier.
"I couldn't bear to go down by train, suh," explained Anstey
in a very low voice. "I want to stand at the stern of the steamer,
and see West Point's landmarks fade and vanish one by one.
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