The Outdoor Girls in Army Service

Outdoor Girls in Army Service

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THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN ARMY SERVICE
OR
DOING THEIR BIT FOR THE SOLDIER BOYS
BY
LAURA LEE HOPE
AUTHOR OF "THE OUTDOOR GIRLS OF DEEPDALE," "THE
MOVING PICTURE GIRLS," "THE BOBBSEY TWINS," "BUNNY
BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE," ETC.
1918

THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN ARMY SERVICE
CONTENTS
I "I'VE VOLUNTEERED!" II GRIM SHADOWS OF WAR III NEWS
FROM THE FRONT IV THE POWDER MILL V A SHOT IN THE
DARK VI MOONLIGHT AND MYSTERY VII ROBBED VIII THE
BIG GAME IX GAY CONSPIRATORS X MAGIC LANTERNS XI A
SLACKER? XII HONOR FLAGS XIII "SMILE, GIRLS, SMILE"
XIV THE SPY AGAIN XV MORE SURPRISES XVI THE HOSTESS
HOUSE XVII HELPING UNCLE SAM XVIII THE EVENING GUN
XIX FLAMES XX THE RESCUE XXI ALLEN A HERO XXII
MAKING GOOD XXIII JUST FRIENDS XXIV CAPTIVE AND
CAPTORS XXV THE MYSTERY EXPLAINED

CHAPTER I
"I'VE VOLUNTEERED!"
"Well, who is going to read the paper?"
Amy Blackford stopped knitting for a moment, the half-finished
sweater suspended inquiringly in the air, while she asked her question
and gazed about impatiently at her busy group of friends.
"It's your turn, anyhow, Mollie," she added, fingers flying and head
bent as she resumed her work. "You haven't read to us for five days."
"Oh, don't bother me," snapped the one addressed as Mollie. She was
black-haired and black-eyed, was Mollie Billette, with a little touch of
French blood in her veins that accounted for her restless vivacity and
sometimes peppery temper. "You've made me drop a stitch, Amy
Blackford, and if anybody else speaks to me for the next five minutes,
I'll eat 'em."
"Well, as long as you don't eat any more of my chocolates, I don't
care," remarked Grace Ford, lazily helping herself to one of the
threatened candies. "I had a full box this morning, and now look at
them."
"Haven't time to look at anything," returned Mollie crossly, fishing in
vain for the lost stitch. "If the poor soldiers depended upon the sweaters
you made, Grace, I'd feel sorry for them, I would indeed!"
"Oh, dear, girls, now what's the matter?"
Framed in the doorway of the cottage stood Betty Nelson, their adored
"Little Captain," fresh and sweet as the morning itself, smiling around
at them inquiringly.
"What is the matter?" she repeated as they moved up to make room for
her on the veranda steps. "I'm more afraid than ever to leave you alone
these days when every dropped stitch means a quarrel. Give it to me,

Mollie, I'll pick it up for you."
With a sigh, Mollie relinquished the tiresome sweater and Betty went to
work at it with a skill born of long practice.
"There you are," she announced triumphantly, after an interval during
which the girls had watched with eager eyes and bated breath. "That
was a mean one. Thought it was going to make me rip out the whole
row--but I showed it! Now, please, don't anybody drop any more. I
must finish that pair of socks to-day."
"Oh, dear," sighed Amy resignedly. "Then our last hope is gone."
"Goodness, that sounds doleful," chuckled Betty, stretching her arms
above her head and reveling in the brilliant sunshine. "What particular
thing seems to be the matter now, Amy? Has Will been misbehaving?"
Amy flushed vividly and bent closer over her work.