If Laura wishes it, I'll go to call on any one." At this moment Greg Holmes, tall, muscular, erect and looking as though he had just come from the tailor's iron, stepped cheerily into the store.
"Morning, old ramrod," hailed the other cadet.

"I know you don't mind that kind of talk, Mrs.Prescott.

It's our term of affection for Dick at West Point.

Going through your invitations, are you?
Aren't they the bore, though.

Especially as we had very few invitations when we were High School boys in this same old town." "You received one from Susie: Sharp, of course ?" "Yes," Greg assented.