Somehow it did not seem right to go off like this as though
they were abandoning the old man to his fate. Yet what could they do
more than they had done?
"Girls," she said, a little quiver in her voice, "I would give almost
everything I own to find the poor old professor and help him back to
happiness. If I only could," she added after a pause.
"Well," said Wesley Travers, as he looked admiringly at Betty's
flushed, sympathetic little face, "I imagine if any one could find him
and bring him happiness, you would be that one."
The young soldier accompanied them back to the road. After thanking
him for the information he had given them, the girls climbed into
their cars and headed toward home, leaving Wesley Travers still
standing in the road and looking after them thoughtfully.
"A mighty nice bunch of girls," thought the latter. "Especially the
little brown-haired one. They seemed rather interested in that dotty
old professor too. Lucky fellow to have four girls like that
interested in him!" After this remark he started off toward home.
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