The remainder of the letters were mainly invitations of a social nature.
"Odd!" grinned the young soldier.

When I was merely a High School boy I could go a whole month without receiving anything resembling a social invitation.

Now I am receiving them at the rate of a score a day." "Well, a West Point cadet is some one socially, is he not ?" smiled Mrs.Prescott.
"I suppose so," nodded Dick.

"The truth is, a cadet has so much social attention paid to him that it is a wonder more of the fellows are not spoiled." "Are you going to accept any social invitations while you are home ?" asked his mother.
"That depends," Dick answered.

"If invitations come from people who were glad to see me when I was a High School boy here, then I shall try to accept.