"I imagine we won't see him
around these parts again."
"I hope not," Betty had answered with a satisfied little yawn. "Wasn't
he too funny in that checked suit and awful green necktie? Poor old
Percy! I suppose he can't help it. He probably just grew that way,"
She had been comparing him all evening with her splendid, upstanding
Allen, and poor Percy had certainly not gained by the comparison.
The amusing incident served to divert their minds somewhat from the
thought of Professor Dempsey, but the picture of him haunted their
minds so continually day and night that the Outdoor Girls finally
decided that something must he done about it.
"I can't stand it any longer," Betty confided to them one morning when
they stood on Mollie's porch discussing what course of action it would
be best to take. "I have a queer feeling that the poor professor is in
desperate need of friends, and I don't believe I'll be able to sleep
another night until I find out something definite about him."
"Won't he think we are sort of 'butting in'?" asked Grace, hesitating
a little.
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