CHAPTER II.
THE TYRANNY OF THE CADET CORPORAL Dick hung up his coat and hat, and Greg did the same, for the heat was turned on and the room wholly comfortable as to temperature.
"I've heard," murmured Greg, "that fellows usually get most woefully homesick at West Point." "Then they've no business to come here," retorted Prescott, with spirit.

"Such tender ones won't make soldiers anyway." "I suppose we shall be awfully looked down on at first," mused Greg aloud.
"Well, we can stand it," laughed Dick.

"If we can't, we can't endure lots more of things that are ahead of us." "Just now I could endure a good, filling meal," sighed Holmes comically.
"Yes ?" laughed Prescott.

"Then just press the button and the waiter will bring us the bill of fare.

I understand that candidates are allowed to have their meals served in rooms.