With this Betty was forced to be content.  She went to bed of course, there was nothing else to do, but she tossed restlessly all night and what sleep she got was checkered with horrid dreams and she woke up in the morning feeling as though she had not been to sleep at all.

The next day was a long one to live through, even though the girls did keep calling her up at frequent intervals to see if she had any news for them yet.  She became so tired of hearing the telephone bell ring at last that she stuffed a handkerchief between the bell and the clapper and sat down to read a novel and while away the time as best she could till her father came home.

Luckily for her—­ and him too, perhaps—­ Mr. Nelson did get home early, and he was no sooner inside the door than Betty grabbed him by the arm, led him over to a divan in the corner of the living room, and let loose upon him a flood of questions.

“Did you see him?  What did he say?  Why didn’t you let me know sooner?”

These and various other queries were hurled at Mr. Nelson so fast that it is no wonder the poor gentleman appeared slightly bewildered.  But knowing his impetuous young daughter of old, he merely pinched her cheek fondly and waited for her to give him a chance to speak.

“If you will wait just a moment I will try to tell you about it,” he said at last, mildly.

“There’s only one thing I really want to know, Dad,” said Betty soberly.  “And that is the name of Professor Dempsey’s sons.”

Her father shook his head slowly, regretfully.

“I am afraid it is as you have feared, dear,” he said, “Professor Dempsey has two sons—­ or rather, had—­ and their names were James and Arnold.”

“Oh, Daddy!” Betty was quiet for a minute, letting the full consciousness of what her father had said sink into her heart.  Then her lips trembled and her eyes filled with tears.  “I—­ I was pretty sure it was true.  But, oh, I was hoping so hard that it wouldn’t be!”

CHAPTER VIII

 Premonitions

Betty kept her promise and called up the girls to tell them the news.  Like the Little Captain, they had felt almost sure of the identity of the two Dempsey boys who had been killed in France, yet the confirmation of their fears came as a distinct shock.

They waited for a couple of days, undecided what to do, if indeed it was their place to do anything at all.  Vaguely they felt the need of comforting the queer little professor in his hour of greatest trouble, and yet they were at a loss to know just how to go about it.

Meanwhile, the occupations that had ordinarily filled their days to overflowing with fun, seemed dull and uninteresting and they found their thoughts reverting again and again to the bereaved father in his lonely 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.