The Outdoor Girls at Wild Rose Lodge

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Then the humor of the situation seemed t

that he wore his uniform easily, as if he had been used to wearing it for a long, long time. "I am Wesley Travers," he went on. "I live in

dered that he had fallen into rather good luck. But at h

ng about Professor Dempsey

happened to him," a

with a comprehensive sweep of he

dad read in the paper about the death of this queer old man's two sons. The pater had always been interested in the lonely old boy, so he sent me over to

ere was real sympathy in his tone and

anything from him sin

all. Pretty hard luck, I call it. Just at the end of things too--when he had a right to expect the

e rooms once more for some sign or message that might give them a clue to the whereabouts o

use a great wave of pity swept over Betty. Somehow it did not seem right to go off like this as t

p him back to happiness. If I only could," she added after a pause. "Well," said Wesley Travers, as he looked admiringly at B

mation he had given them, the girls climbed into their cars and headed toward home, l

one. They seemed rather interested in that dotty old professor too. Lucky fellow to ha

reparations for the trip to Wild Rose Lodge that they had not m

yed men went around smashing everything in sight and a little cottage

fully in their windows. And they would throw themselves with more than usual energy into the acti

s garage at the back of the house, where the Little Captain was giving her car one last overhauling to make

rom the boys on the other side. He sympathized with the chums so fully in their desire for letters with the red t

tstretched hand, he held up to her delig

ched him. "I thought that probably I would find all fou

us, just think of that!" she cried to the questioning girls. "It looks as if the boys had all written at the same time. Put down your duster, Betty, for goodne

dirt to find what the boys had written. For a moment only the crack

s almost sure t

upted, or rather added, her eyes shining with

Grace and Amy over Will. Grace had declared more than once that whereas she had known her brother all her life, Amy had only known hi

and avert a possible quarrel,

als and Allen--oh, look at Betty blush!" She looked gleefully ac

ut she felt as uncomforta

ollie dared her wickedly. "C

s blushing--from the fact that she knew she could not, or would not, tell t

ensely, while Grace and Amy looked on laughingly. "I just thought tha

ace together, and Betty looked qu

' sake tell us what y

you about it, Bett

he found it, just a little paragraph, put in as though it had been an afterthought. "Why," cried Betty, her eyes beginning to shine with

other and tried to imagine Allen in his new uniform to their hearts'

hen he gets home he will be altogether too

with a sly little glance at Betty, "I imagine h

e picked up her unfinished lette