But the night of the graduation hop came and went. The day following this was the graduation of the first class.
On the evening of this day Anstey dropped in to see Dick and Greg in their room.
"Hullo, old ramrod, and you, Holmesy! Are you pondering on the fact that you'll be an exalted yearling to-morrow?"
"I don't believe the yearling himself feels exalted—it's only the plebe that puts him on a high seat. The yearling probably looks with longing to the next and the next and the next," laughed Greg.
"Oh, I don't know. Not longing," put in Dick. "I should not want to stay here always, of course. One looks forward to shouldering real responsibilities. But I'm going to enjoy every year as I go along and not wish for the next and the next."
"Just the same, the 'next' comes," replied Anstey as he said good-night and left the room.
A little later a drum sounded at the inner entrance of the north sally port. The subdivision inspector was coming—had gone.
"Greg," whispered Cadet Prescott.
"Yes, old ramrod?"
"To-morrow will be yearling camp for us!"