There were two washbowls, two chairs and two desks that looked as though they had served the needs of generations of cadets.

There was a window that looked out on the quadrangular area of barracks.
"Well, we're actually here, anyway," breathed Dick, his eyes sparkling.

"We're living in cadet barracks, and we're halfway through the ordeal of becoming new cadets at the wonderful old United States Military Academy!".