"I wish I knew what you were talking about," said Mollie, pausing with a
sandwich half-way to her mouth, while Amy and Grace regarded the Little
Captain with astonishment. "What names? Where?"

But Betty was paying no attention to them. She was reading hastily the
column that had caught her startled attention.

"Listen to this," she said, reading out loud. "Among those who were killed
in the last great Allied offensive are the names of these brave soldiers.
James Browning of Columbus, Ohio--No, that isn't what I mean--Look, here
they are--James Dempsey and Arnold Dempsey, Junior. Girls, do you suppose
--" and she looked at them with widening eyes.

"Arnold Dempsey, Arnold Dempsey," repeated Mollie, searching in her
memory, but Amy interrupted excitedly.

"That was Professor Dempsey's name, wasn't it?" she asked. "Oh, Betty, do
you suppose it could be his son?"

"Why, of course it is his son--how could it be any one else?" cried Grace,
the excitement beginning to communicate itself to her. "Arnold Dempsey,
Junior--and the professor said his sons were over there."

"Didn't it say something about James Dempey, too, Betty?" asked Mollie,
fairly snatching the paper from her chum. "Yes, here it is. Do you suppose
that can be his other son?"

Betty shook her head soberly.