Thought the sun poured down its heat over the little city, these two cadets, who had drilled for two summers on the blistering plain and the dusty roads at West Point, did not notice the warmth of the day.
In the afternoon, in good season, Dick called for Laura, waiting there until Belle Meade arrived under the escort of Greg.
"These West Pointers make the most correct and attentive escorts imaginable," laughed Belle.

"But there's just one disadvantage connected with them." "I hadn't noticed it," smiled Laura.
"Why, when Greg walks beside me, and holds my parasol, I feel as though I were in the street with my parasol tied to the Methodist steeple.

Where's your rice powder, Laura?
I'm sure the sun has made a sight of my nose and neck." Laughing merrily, the young people set off for Miss Sharp's.
The home was a comfortable one, with attractive grounds, for the elder Sharp was a well-to-do merchant.

Some three score of young people were present, and of these nearly two thirds had belonged to the High School student body in the old High School days of Dick and Greg.

Naturally, the young ladies outnumbered the young men by more than four to one.
"Oh, I am delighted that you two have come," cried Susie, moving forward to greet her cadet visitors.