"There's only one thing I really want to know, Dad," said Betty
soberly. "And that is the name of Professor Dempsey's sons."
Her father shook his head slowly, regretfully.
"I am afraid it is as you have feared, dear," he said, "Professor
Dempsey has two sons-- or rather, had-- and their names were James and
Arnold."
"Oh, Daddy!" Betty was quiet for a minute, letting the full
consciousness of what her father had said sink into her heart. Then
her lips trembled and her eyes filled with tears. "I-- I was pretty
sure it was true. But, oh, I was hoping so hard that it wouldn't be!"
CHAPTER VIII
PREMONITIONS
Betty kept her promise and called up the girls to tell them the news.
Like the Little Captain, they had felt almost sure of the identity of
the two Dempsey boys who had been killed in France, yet the
confirmation of their fears came as a distinct shock.
They waited for a couple of days, undecided what to do, if indeed it
was their place to do anything at all. Vaguely they felt the need of
comforting the queer little professor in his hour of greatest trouble,
and yet they were at a loss to know just how to go about it.
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