So now came joyous days for all the cadets except the lowly plebes, whose only participation in the gay times that take place at this season is to stand on one side and watch.
But the night of the graduation hop came and went.

The day following this was the graduation of the first class.
On the evening of this day Anstey dropped in to see Dick and Greg in their room.
"Hullo, old ramrod, and you, Holmesy! Are you pondering on the fact that you'll be an exalted yearling to-morrow ?" "I don't believe the yearling himself feels exalted--it's only the plebe that puts him on a high seat.

The yearling probably looks with longing to the next and the next and the next," laughed Greg.
"Oh, I don't know.

Not longing," put in Dick.

"I should not want to stay here always, of course.