Anyway, the whole firm and every workman is absorbed in the
experiment, and they're burnt as red as the bricks from working
outdoors all day."
"Uncle Dick does love to be outdoors," murmured Betty.
"He sure does," agreed Bobby. "Well, nothing would do yesterday but
that he must climb up on the roof of one they've just started and
take a peek at the chimney. I guess it needed looking after, for the
whole thing tumbled over on him, coming down full-weight on his right
foot. Forcet, the foreman, had an awful time getting him down from
the roof, and instead of telephoning for the car, some nervous person
sent for the ambulance and scared us all into fits."
Betty blinked again. No mention of building houses had been made in
Uncle Dick's letters to her.
"Did he get my telegram?" she asked, leaning forward to look at a
monument they were passing.
"A little before noon," replied Bobby. "Louise and Esther and I had
such a violent argument as to which of us should come to meet you
that we didn't even dare draw lots; it seemed safer for us all to
come along."
Esther, who sat opposite Betty, had noticed her interest in the
Washington Monument.
"We're going to take you sightseeing to-morrow," she promised.
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