After quitting the quadrangle, they bent swift steps toward the hotel, where awaited Mrs.Prescott, Mrs.Bentley, Laura and Belle.
Something else waited, too---a carriage, or rather, a small bus, for Dick and Greg were no longer cadets and might ride over the post in a carriage if they chose.
"It was beautifully impressive, dear," whispered Laura, referring to the graduating exercises.
"But, thank goodness, it's over, and I have my diploma in this suit case," murmured Dick grimly.

"No more fearful grind, such as we've been going through for more than four years.

No more tortured doubts as to whether we'll ever grad.

and get our commissions in the Army.

That is settled, now.