little cabin in the woods.

Percy Falconer had called at Betty's house the day after the incident on
the river as had been arranged, and Betty had conceived the plan of having
all her chums there to meet him.

Her hope was that the gay Percy, seeing four, where he had expected only
one, would be overwhelmed with numbers and would flee the premises early--
to return no more.

Her faith in her plan was more than justified. Percy had always been a
little afraid of the Outdoor Girls--Betty in particular--but it is
probable that if he had been able to meet them one at a time, he might
have come off victorious. As it was, he was routed, completely and
ignominiously, leaving the girls to laugh at his discomfiture.

"There, I guess that is the end of that pest," Mollie had said when
she had recovered a little from her mirth. "I imagine we won't see him
around these parts again."

"I hope not," Betty had answered with a satisfied little yawn. "Wasn't he
too funny in that checked suit and awful green necktie? Poor old Percy! I
suppose he can't help it. He probably just grew that way."

She had been comparing him all evening with her splendid, upstanding
Allen, and poor Percy had certainly not gained by the comparison.

The amusing incident served to divert their minds somewhat from the
thought of Professor Dempsey, but the picture of him haunted their minds
so continually day and night that the Outdoor Girls finally decided that