“Oh, Lance!” ejaculated Laura. “That is too much to believe.”
“Fact. He’d gone home for his nightclothes. I got it from our hired girl and she got it from Mrs. Sharp’s maid. So, there you have it!”
“But you didn’t tell us what the old Prof was saying to you about camping,” reminded Chet, when the general laugh was over.
“Why! that’s so. And it was odd, too, that he should take any interest in what we fellows were going to do this summer.”
“What about it?” Jess asked.
“He wanted to know if we were going to pitch our camp, too, on Acorn Island? He seemed to know you girls were going there.”
“How odd!” murmured Laura and Jess, together. And the latter added: “Bobby said he seemed mad when he found out we were going to Acorn Island.”
“Well,” drawled Lance, “he seemed sort of relieved when I told him we fellows were going to camp on the mainland.” 19
“Funny he should trouble his head about us out of school hours at all,” Chet said again.
His sister made no further comment upon the professor’s queer actions. Nevertheless her curiosity was aroused regarding the old instructor’s sudden interest in anything beside Latin exercises and Greek roots.