It was impossible to see that either had scored a deep impression on the other.
Not even to his chum did Greg confide whether Miss Griffin had caught his heart.

Mr.Griffin, her brother, could hardly venture a guess to himself as to whether his sister cared for the tall and manly looking Holmes.
But when Miss Griffin had reached the end of her last summer visit to West Point she told Greg that she would not be there again for some time to come.
"At least," asked Greg, "you'll be here again when the winter hops start ?" "I cannot say," was all the reply Miss Adele Griffin would make.
"In three weeks she goes back to the seminary in Virginia," said Griff, when Greg spoke to him about the matter.

"Dell won't see West Point before next summer.

Our people are not rich enough to keep Dell traveling all the time." Whether Greg was crestfallen at the news no one knew.

Greg had never believed, anyway, in wearing his heart on his sleeve---"just for other folks to stick pins in it, you know," was his explanation.
There came the day when the furloughed second class marched over to camp.