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Run after Professor Dimp and give the clipping to him." "Gee! you're so awfully particular," grumbled the harum-scarum.
Suspicious circumstances had attached themselves to the old gentleman's presence here; yet the girls could not believe that Professor Dimp had anything to do with the raid on their larder, or the frightening of Liz Bean the evening previous. However, Laura took Liz aside when they arrived at the camp and endeavored to get the truth out of her.
"Barnacle found his camp, and we saw Professor Dimp there," explained Laura seeing that a clean breast of it was the better way. "Who's 'we?" demanded Lil. "Jess and Bobby and I. We spoke to the old professor, and he was real cross to us. He would not tell us anything about the young man." "Then Liz did see that Mr. Norman the night we were robbed?" said Nell. "Yes. I expect so." "'Mr.
"Once Tooley made a bolt in a straight line through Dimp's quarter, and hit Dimp in the mouth, and bowled him over like a nine-pin. Dimp was scared to death, and howled like murder till he found he'd scooped the pot; then he got quiet.
"Did you hear the latest about Old Dimple?" "Now, girls," said Laura, quite sternly, "I refuse to hear of Professor Dimp being made a goose of." "Gander, dear! Gander!" exclaimed Jess, sotto voce. "He's an old dear," declared Laura, quite as earnestly. "We found that out, I am sure, when we went camping on Acorn Island last summer." "True! True!" admitted her chum.
He was certainly a stern old gentleman, and she remembered now that, from the time the girls of Central High had decided to come here to Acorn Island to camp, Professor Dimp had been quite put out about it. "Why!" thought Laura, "he was planning to come here himself at that time. He must have already arranged to meet the young man here. And he considers us interlopers. It's very, very strange!"
It was a shabby but commanding figure, and the girls themselves shrank together and waited for the old Latin professor to speak. "Miss Hargrew is quite right," said Professor Dimp, in his iciest tone. "Those hounds must not land here." "I say, now!" growled the sheriff. "This is private property," continued Professor Dimp, coldly, "as Miss Hargrew tells you. You can see the signs.
But respect for a teacher's attainments does not always breed love for the teacher nor an appreciation of the said teacher's softer qualities, either. Laura had come to the conclusion that there must be a side to "Old Dimple's" character that few of his pupils had surmised. There was a bond between Professor Dimp and that mysterious young man from Albany that Laura Belding did not understand.
I hope the money I left was sufficient to pay for the food?" "Certainly certainly," murmured Mrs. Morse, while the girls listened in wide-eyed amazement. "The Professor is just a brick," continued Mr. Norman Halliday, "as of course you all know " "You bet we do!" burst out Bobby, her face aflame. "Three cheers for Old D That is, for Professor Asa Dimp!"
"It is a beautiful spot." "Acorn Island it is, then," cried Bobby. "Hurrah! We'll spend our vacation there!" She almost shouted this declaration. The girls had been lingering to talk in the high school yard and were now at the gate. Nellie suddenly tugged at Laura's sleeve and whispered: "Look there! what do you suppose is the matter with Professor Dimp?"
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