"Arnold Dempsey, Arnold Dempsey," repeated Mollie, searching in her
memory, but Amy interrupted excitedly.
"That was Professor Dempsey's name, wasn't it?" she asked. "Oh, Betty,
do you suppose it could be his son?"
"Why, of course it is his son-- how could it be any one else?" cried
Grace, the excitement beginning to communicate itself to her. "Arnold
Dempsey, Junior-- and the professor said his sons were over there."
"Didn't it say something about James Dempsey, too, Betty?" asked
Mollie, fairly snatching the paper from her chum. "Yes, here it is. Do
you suppose that can be his other son?"
Betty shook her head soberly.
"I don't know," she said. "Of course he didn't tell us the name of his
other son, but it might easily be James. Oh, I hope it isn't so!" she
added, her heart aching for the lonely old man whose one big interest
in life was his boys. "I do hope there has been some mistake."
"I guess we all do," said Amy gently, adding with a sigh: "But I'm
afraid there isn't very much hope of it. The Government is usually
right when it comes to things like that.
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