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The "Outdoor Girls" earned their nickname from their fellow townspeople because of their abiding love of hiking, boating, motoring, and exploring. In this volume of the series, the girls have an opportunity to spend some time at a remote lodge in the woods. But soon after arriving, they discover that they won't be the only occupants of the area.

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Publié par	The Floating Press
Date de parution	01 décembre 2016
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781776673476
Langue	English

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THE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT WILD ROSE LODGE
OR, THE HERMIT OF MOONLIGHT FALLS
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LAURA LEE HOPE

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The Outdoor Girls at Wild Rose Lodge or, The Hermit of Moonlight Falls First published in 1921 Epub ISBN 978-1-77667-347-6 Also available: PDF ISBN 978-1-77667-348-3 © 2015 The Floating Press and its licensors. All rights reserved. While every effort has been used to ensure the accuracy and reliability of the information contained in The Floating Press edition of this book, The Floating Press does not assume liability or responsibility for any errors or omissions in this book. The Floating Press does not accept responsibility for loss suffered as a result of reliance upon the accuracy or currency of information contained in this book. Do not use while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Many suitcases look alike. Visit www.thefloatingpress.com
Contents
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Chapter I - Just Fun Chapter II - The Falling Tree Chapter III - The Queer Little Man Chapter IV - Good News Chapter V - Betty Takes a Dare Chapter VI - Nearly Wrecked Chapter VII - Bad Tidings Confirmed Chapter VIII - Premonitions Chapter IX - A Visitor Chapter X - Hurrah for Allen Chapter XI - The Hold-Up Chapter XII - Sheep! Chapter XIII - The Enemy Routed Chapter XIV - Nothing Human Chapter XV - Wild Roses Chapter XVI - The Whirlpool Chapter XVII - The "Thing" Chapter XVIII - Surprised Chapter XIX - Like Old Times Chapter XX - Very Much Alive Chapter XXI - Out of the Dark Chapter XXII - Tragedy Chapter XXIII - A Moonlight Apparition Chapter XXIV - Recovered Chapter XXV - The Old Crowd Again
Chapter I - Just Fun
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"Did you ever see a more wonderful day?"
The four Outdoor Girls, in Mollie Billette's touring car and with Mollieherself at the wheel, were at the present moment rushing wildly over adusty country road at the rate of thirty miles an hour.
Grace Ford was sitting in front with Mollie, while Betty Nelson and AmyBlackford "sprawled," to use Mollie's sarcastic and slightly exaggerateddescription, "all over the tonneau."
"You look as if you had never done a real day's work in your life," saidMollie, with a disapproving glance over her shoulder at the girls in thetonneau.
"We never have," returned quiet Amy, with a grin.
"And we are proud of it," added Betty, as she defiantly settled her feetstill more comfortably on the foot rail. "Why should we be energetic whenit is so much easier to be lazy?"
"There the proper spirit speaks," applauded Grace Ford from the front. "Ithink I shall have to change places with you, Betty. It's far too excitingup here with Mollie. She insists upon staging near collisions every fewfeet—thus keeping me awake!"
"Great heavens!" cried Mollie, pressing an impatient foot upon theaccelerator to which the great car responded with an eager purring, "didany one ever give us the mistaken title of Outdoor Girls, I wonder? Theyshould have called us the Rip Van Winkle club, instead."
"Now she's getting sour-castic," commented Grace lazily. "Have some candy,honey, and sweeten up."
She passed the ever-present box of delicacies over to Mollie, to whichoverture the young driver responded with so indignant a stare that Gracequickly withdrew the box, tucked it behind her, and strove to lookunconscious.
"Please, ma'am, I didn't mean to do it," she said meekly.
"Well, don't do it again, that's all," returned Mollie, uncompromisingly,her eyes once more on the road ahead, "I've eaten so many chocolates thisweek that I've had indigestion and mother threatened to cut down myallowance."
"Goodness, it's my allowance that suffers," retorted Grace, ruefully,"since it is my candy that you eat."
"Stop quarreling, girls, and answer my question." said Betty, sitting upstraight and regarding delightedly a vista of flying hills and woodlandgreenery. "I asked you a few minutes ago if you had ever seen so wonderfula day?"
"Yes, plenty of 'em," returned Mollie, as she took a sharp curve on twowheels. "If you weren't too lazy to notice anything, Betty Nelson, youwould see that there is a storm coming up. Look at those clouds over therein the east."
"Oh, you're a kill-joy!" cried Betty, cocking an optimistic eye up at thesky. "It's only one teeny little cloud anyway, and who cares for cloudswhen the boys are coming home?"
Both Amy and Grace felt a breathless little tug at their hearts at thejoyful challenge in Betty's words, but Mollie, with a perverseness thatwas sometimes characteristic of her, refused to be too happy.
"Who says they're coming home?" she asked. "Now you're only guessing."
"Guessing!" cried Betty indignantly. "What do you mean—guessing? The waris over, isn't it?"
"Yes; and has been for quite a while," Mollie responded dryly. "But thatdoesn't say that the boys are coming home right away."
"We don't care about the right away," interrupted Amy, with a quiethappiness in her face that made Betty hug her impulsively. "We can waitpatiently, now that we know they are safe."
"It's all right for you to talk about patience, Amy," retorted Mollie,throttling her engine and sliding at breakneck speed down a long hillwithout the thought of using a brake. A brake to Mollie meant something tobe used at the last minute when she couldn't think of anything else to do."You're an angel, but I'm not—"
"No, indeed!" said Grace, so emphatically that the girls in the tonneauchuckled and Mollie looked at her threateningly.
"For goodness' sake, don't waste time looking at me," Grace pleaded, asthey bounced into a hole in the road and out again, fairly jouncing thebreath from the girls' bodies. "Keep your eyes on the road, Mollie dear.We're not ready to die yet."
"Well, look out, or you may—ready or not," threatened Mollie darkly, asthe car skidded around another precipitous turn and the girls saw withrelief a long stretch of flat road before them.
"Just the same the boys must be coming home before very long," said Amy,quietly returning to the subject. "And when they do come we'll have togive them some sort of big party or something, girls."
"Of course we will," said Grace, munching contentedly on a chocolate."Something that will make the people in Deepdale sit up and take notice."
"We-el—I don't know," objected Betty thoughtfully. "They say that the fewsoldier boys who have come home object to any sort of fuss being made overthem. They seem to want to forget everything that has happened 'overthere,' and any sort of celebration brings the whole thing vividly beforethem again."
"Yes, that's true, too," Mollie agreed. "I remember our doctor tellingmother that if people only wouldn't try to force confidences from the boysand would try to keep all thought of the awful things they had beenthrough out of their minds, there would be fewer cases of nervousbreakdowns."
"Pop!" said Grace, snapping her finger resignedly. "There go all our hopesof a good time, Amy. When the boys come home all we shall be allowed to dowill be to smooth their fevered brows and hold their hands."
"Well, we might do worse things even than that," said Betty, with a lightlaugh, and Mollie shot her a malicious glance.
"Just watch Betty objecting to that" she said wickedly. "Before we know itshe will be sighing that Allen has only one fevered brow to smooth!"
Amy and Grace looked at Betty mischievously—at Betty who could not forthe life of her look as unconcerned as she would have liked.
"Don't be so foolish" she said hastily, at which the girls only laughedthe more.
"Never mind, honey," said Amy, putting an arm fondly about her chum. "Iguess we will all be crazy with joy to get the boys home again."
"Well, you needn't think you can hold hands with Will and smooth hisfevered brow all the time," said Grace unexpectedly. "Because I reallyhave some share in him myself, you know. Remember, mine was one of thethree pictures he kept under his pillow."
Readers of previous volumes in this series may recall that joyful letterwritten to Betty not so long ago in which Sergeant Allen Washburn—nowLieutenant Allen Washburn—had spoken of the three pictures which WillFord had kept under his pillow during his long convalescence in one of thearmy hospitals over there. These readers may also remember that one of thepictures was of the boy's mother, another of his sister, Grace, and thethird of shy little Amy Blackford, who now was blushing so furiously atthe mere mention of it.
"How about poor Frank and Roy?" asked Mollie, mentioning the other twoboys who made up the quartette of the girls' boy chums. "Who will attendto their fevered brows?"
"Oh, you and Grace can take turns at that," said Betty, lightly adding,with a little sigh: "Try as we can, Amy and I never know quite how to pairyou four off. We can't for the life of us find out which of you likesFrank best and which inclines to Roy."
"That's right, kid—keep 'em guessing," said Mollie slangily, as sheturned on power and challenged a steep grade. "Grace and I believe inscattering our favors—as 'twere. See that hill just ahead of us? What doyou bet I make it without changing gears?"
"If you make it without changing our looks, I'll be happy," said Graceruefully, as they bumped and rumbled to the top of the steep grade. "Lookout, Mollie!" she added suddenly, indicating a big pile of brushwood thatjutted out almost into the center of the road. "For goodness' sake, slowdown!"
But Mollie did more than slow down. She stopped—and with such suddennessthat the girls were all but thrown out of the car and Betty bumped hernose on the seat in front.
They had scarcely regained their poise when they were startled by a shrillcry from Amy.
"Girls!" she almost screamed, clutching Betty's arm in a grip that hurt,"look at that tree. It's going to fall! Oh, we'll be killed!"
The girls followed the direction of her pointing finger and looks ofhorror sprang to their eyes. Slowly, its descent retarded somewhat by thebranches of other trees, a towering giant of the forest tottered andcrashed its destructive way downward. And they were direct