Betty Littell
was also without her trunk, though Bobby promised that both trunks
should be brought from the station that morning.
"I'd like to speak to your father a minute," said Betty, when she
was dressed.
Bobby, on the floor tying her shoes, blew her a kiss.
"You'll find him on the terrace probably," she said confidently. "Go
ahead, dear, but it won't do you any good. We're determined to keep
you to play with us."
So the astute Bobby had guessed what she wanted to say!
Nevertheless, Betty was determined to carry out her resolution. She
went slowly down the wide staircase and stepped out through double
screen doors on to the bricked terrace. Sure enough, there sat Mr.
Littell, smoking comfortably and reading his morning paper.
CHAPTER XIII
WASHINGTON MONUMENT
"You're up early!" the gentleman greeted Betty cordially. "Guess
you're ahead of even Esther, who usually leads the van. Sleep well?
That's good," as she nodded. "No troubles this bright morning?"
Betty gave him a grateful glance.
"I can't help it," she said bravely. "You know how I feel, coming
here like this--you don't know me--"
"No-o," drawled Mr. Littell, pulling forward a gay-cushioned chair
and motioning for her to sit down.
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