Miss Griffin had heard of the gallantries of West Point's men, and didn't propose to be caught.
"You must find the cadets a good deal below your expectations ?" remarked Mr.Holmes inquiringly.
"No; they're a wholly charming lot," replied the girl.

"Oh, that word 'lot' simply escaped me.

Yet it does seem rather apt.

Don't you think, Mr.Holmes, that the wearing of identical uniforms gives the young men rather the look of a 'lot' ?" Greg felt just a bit crestfallen, but he wasn't going to show it.
"Why, I don't know," he replied slowly.

"Some of the young ladies who come here seem able to distinguish units in the lot." "Differences in height, and variations in the color of hair and eyes?
Is that it ?" asked Miss Griffin, with an air of mild curiosity.
"Why, perhaps we're like Chinamen ?" laughed Greg good-naturedly.
"Pig-tailed and blue-bloused Chinese all look alike at first glance.