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"Oh, nobody wants to hurt the old fellow," chuckled Bobby. "But one day this week there was a bunch of the boys down at the post-office, and Professor Dimp came in to mail a letter. You know he is always reading on the street when he walks; never sees anybody, and goes stumbling about blindly with a book under his nose.
"If you do not tell me who he is, and what his visits to our camp mean, I shall find out more about him in Albany!" Professor Dimp did not favor them with another word. He walked away and left the trio of girls standing, amazed, in the empty camping place. Jess and Bobby were both disappointed and disturbed over the interview with Professor Dimp.
But she started after the shabby figure of the Latin teacher and caught up with him before Professor Dimp had reached the end of the next block for Bobby Hargrew had taken the palm in the quarter mile dash at the Girls' Branch League Field Day and there were few girls at Central High who could compete with her as a sprinter.
They knew that the man in the canoe was Professor Asa Dimp, Latin teacher at Central High! Another evening melted into night, leaving in the minds of most of the girls of Central High now encamped on Acorn Island, a feeling of contentment and pleasure because of a well-spent day.
"Why!" gasped Jess, "it couldn't be Professor Dimp." "You mean he couldn't have been the kleptomaniantic thief?" chuckled Bobby. Laura began to laugh softly herself. "Nor could he have been the person we and the Barnacle have been trailing," she said, suddenly. "Why not?" demanded Jess and Bobby together. "Did you ever notice Professor Dimp's feet?" asked Mother Wit. "Horrors! No.
"It's a shame how forgetful he is. Say! did you hear what he did at Mr. Sharp's the other night?" "No," said the others, in chorus. Lance began to chuckle. Mr. Franklin Sharp was the principal of Central High, and was very much admired by all the pupils; while Professor Dimp, because of his harshness and his queer ways, was the butt of more than a few jokes.
The cat was out of the bag now, and she foresaw much trouble in the camp on Acorn Island. "What under the sun are you talking about, Bobby?" demanded Lil Pendleton; and Nell cried: "Professor Dimp! What do you know about the professor?" "Is he here?" demanded Dora. "Not Old Dimple?" chimed in her twin. "You surprise me, Clara," said Mrs. Morse.
But the old professor was so terribly stern and strict that it took some courage to walk across the glade, where Barnacle was chewing fish-heads, and face the shabby old gentleman. "What, what, what?" snapped Professor Dimp, rising up from the log on which he had been sitting. "Girls from Central High, eh? Ha! Miss Belding yes; Miss Morse yes; Miss Hargrew yes. Well! what do you want?"
"And of course," grumbled Bobby Hargrew to the Lockwood twins, Dora and Dorothy, "all the teachers have got to come and interfere. We can't do a sol-i-ta-ry thing without Gee Gee, or Miss Black, or some of them, poking their noses into it." "You can't say that Professor Dimp pokes his nose into our affairs," laughed Dora. "No, indeed," said her twin.
"Really, I am afraid we are sometimes cruel to our dear teachers," laughed Laura. "But if they are too serious they are such a temptation to us witty ones." "Now, don't be sarcastic, Mother Wit," said Jess, shaking her chum a little by the elbow. "You know very well you enjoy nagging the teachers a bit yourself, now and then. And Professor Dimp!" "Oh! Oh! Oh!" gasped Bobby suddenly.
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