In the fading light Anstey walked over to a window, watching the snow swirl down into the area outside.

At West Point the snowstorms are famous for their severity.
"Hang it!" growled Anstey.

"I don't suppose you can ever make a Virginian like myself grow to like this beastly winter weather.

And I miss the drills and dress parade.

Don't you ?" "Yes," nodded Dick.