It's easy for a cadet to capture the average girl's heart; it's his uniform, I suppose, for women always have been weak when uniforms enveloped fellows who otherwise wouldn't attract their notice.

Greg, I wonder how many cadets have been lonesome enough to propose to some girl, and afterwards find out it was all a mistake?
And how many girls fall in love with the uniform, thinking all the while that it's the fellow in the uniform?
How many cadets and girls recover from the delusion only in after years when it's too late.

I tell you, Greg, when a fellow gets into this cadet life, I think the practice of going too often to a hop may be dangerous for cadets and girls alike! "I'll get cold feet if I listen to you long," laughed yearling Holmes grimly.

"I wonder if I'd better pull these gloves off and stay where I am ?" "I didn't have any idea of seeking to persuade you," Dick replied.
"If you feel proof against the danger, run right over to Cullum and enjoy yourself." "I was just thinking," mused Greg, "of a promise you and Dave Darrin made some girls back in Gridley." "I remember that promise," nodded Dick.
"You and Darrin promised Laura Bentley and Belle Meade that you'd each invite them to hops, you to West Point and Dave to Annapolis, just as soon as either one of you had a right to attend hops." "I know," nodded Prescott.
Greg was silent.

After a few moments Dick ventured: "Greg, I kept that promise the day we moved into encampment---the first day that I was a yearling." "Oh! Are Laura and Belle coming on West Point soon ?" Holmes asked eagerly.
"I don't know.