Luckily for the girls, the next few days were so crowded with
preparations for the trip to Wild Rose Lodge that they had not much
time to dwell on the poor old professor and his misfortunes.
Only at night would they sometimes dream queer dreams in which
wild-eyed men went around smashing everything in sight and a little
cottage stood lonely and desolate and ghostlike amid a silent forest
of trees.
After a night like this the girls were always glad to awake and find
the sunshine streaming cheerfully in their windows. And they would
throw themselves with more than usual energy into the activities of
the day. Yet try as they would, they could never quite blot the
tragedy from their minds.
On the afternoon of the day before they were to start for Moonlight
Falls, the girls were gathered in Betty's garage at the back of the
house, where the Little Captain was giving her car one last
overhauling to make sure that it was in perfect condition for the
trip. Mollie suddenly espied the postman coming down the street.
Now the postman was a very popular man with the girls, for the reason
that he brought almost daily some message from the boys on the other
side.
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