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"Don't forget to send us word," begged Frank. "We want to join you on the lake." "We'll remember," promised Betty, with a smile that showed her white, even teeth. All was in readiness. Good-byes had been said to relatives and friends, and Mrs. Billette, holding Paul by the hand, had come down to the dock to bid farewell to her daughter and chums. "Have a good time!" she wished them.
The Gem slowly dropped down the stream under the influence of the current and her own power, Betty having throttled down the motor that the farewell calls might be better heard. Mrs. Billette, waving her hand, hastened toward the house, the maid taking care of little Paul, whose last request was: "Brin' me some tandy!"
The girls occupied a bungalow, which had been turned over for their use by an aunt of Mollie Billette. The boys were in a camp near by. Quite by accident both girls and boys had stumbled upon a gypsy cave, cleverly hidden in the underbrush, and had afterward succeeded in rounding up the entire gypsy band, incidentally regaining some property which had been stolen from the girls.
"It is much more kind to the dresses," agreed Mollie. "That's why you always look so nice, and why I always appear so so " "Don't you dare say a word about yourself, Mollie Billette!" protested Betty. "You always look so sweet.
"Afterwards if everybody's willing we will hunt this strange beast that jumps out from porches and leaps into rivers just for the fun of the thing. But just now, Billy Billette, you are going home." But Mollie had been more severely shocked than she was willing to admit by her experience, and it was some time before the girls visited the falls or the river again.
He was often called on to handle big cases of state-wide interest, and had made a modest fortune in the practice of his profession. Of Mollie Billette "Billy" to her chums, I hardly know what to say. Aged fifteen, the daughter of a well-to-do widow, Mrs. Pauline Billette, Mollie seemed older than either Betty or Grace, though she was a year younger.
In the first book of this series, called "The Outdoor Girls of Deepdale," the girls, Betty Nelson, sometimes called the Little Captain, because of her fearless leadership, Mollie Billette, Grace Ford and Amy Blackford, had gone on their famous walking tour, and during their wanderings had solved the mystery of a five-hundred-dollar bill.
They felt that they were spending too much time indoors, and they decided to live more in the glorious open. They felt that they would have better health and more fun in doing this, and events proved that they were right, at least in part. As for the girls themselves, they were Grace Ford, Mollie Billette, Betty Nelson and Amy Stonington-Blackford, or nee Blackford, if you dislike the hyphen.
Next came Mollie Billette, dark-haired and with snapping black eyes, who was almost as French in her manner as her very French mother. Readers of the present volume must already feel very well acquainted with Grace Ford. Grace was the Gibson type, tall and slender and fair-haired and very pretty, with a decided liking for looking in mirrors. Last of the quartette came Amy Blackford.
Well, I don't!" cried Grace, recovering both her breath and her dignity at the same moment. "If you don't stop sitting on my lungs this minute, Mollie Billette, I'll I'll stick this pin into you." With a yell Mollie stumbled to her feet and shook out her dress belligerently. "You had better not.
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