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Updated: June 19, 2025
The initial volume, entitled "The Outdoor Girls of Deepdale; Or, Camping and Tramping for Fun and Health," told how Betty, Mollie, Grace and Amy decided to go on a walking tour. Incidentally they solved the mystery of a five hundred dollar bill, and won the lasting gratitude of a Mr. Henry Blackford, a young business man.
At once, as a matter of course, the men led the way behind the tents, and made a ring Blackford, without a word, acting as Crittenden's second. Reynolds was the champion bruiser of the regiment and a boxer of no mean skill, and Blackford looked anxious. "Worry him, and he'll lose his head. Don't try to do him up too quickly."
"Amy Blackford," Betty's eyes were black with real anger now, "I don't know how you could do such a thing. I didn't think it of you!" Not only Amy, but the other girls were frightened by this sudden change in their usually good-natured Little Captain, and Amy hastened to make amends. "I'm sorry, Betty dear," she said, flushing with real shame beneath Betty's accusing eyes.
"You can't speak that way of that young woman; she's been very good to you. She's come to see you nearly every day and shown you many kindnesses. It is kind of her to be tutoring Blackford at all when she came to the lake for rest." "For rest!"
Though years had almost obliterated it, still it was sufficiently plain. "They can't get you away from me now, Amy," said Mr. Blackford, proudly. "I won't let them," added Amy, moving closer to him. "Pass the chocolates, Sis," ordered Will. "What is Christmas without candy?" "Oh! to think of all the good luck we've had since we came to the winter camp!" cried Grace, as she complied.
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.
I have had it ever since I was a child. I don't know how I came by the thing, and neither neither do any of my friends." She hesitated at the word. "No, I'm afraid the mark I am looking for isn't that kind," said Mr. Blackford slowly. "The one spoken of in the missing part of the letter is very definite. I am sorry." Amy was too, but she did not speak.
A little later word was received that the transaction had been successfully carried out. Mr. Blackford could now get control of the business. "And it's all due to you young ladies!" he said, gratefully. "I don't know how to thank you. You are entitled to a reward " "Don't you dare mention it!" cried Betty, "Well, some day I'll pay you back for all you did for me!" he exclaimed, warmly.
The blood came back into her cheeks, that paled again at the sight of the crimson mark on her arm. "It is only a scratch not deep," said Mr. Blackford, reassuringly. "The brute leaped to one side. It must have been desperate to spring on you that way." "What was it?" asked Amy, weakly. "A lynx a fierce sort of beast. Wait, I will bind up your arm," and he drew out his handkerchief.
"What Grace wants is some nice young fellow to come along with an umbrella, hoist it over her, and invite her in to have a chocolate soda!" "Why, Amy Blackford! I'll never speak to you again!" gasped the accused one, blushing vividly, the more so as the rays of the setting sun fell upon her face. "All I said was "
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