There's
just one monument--erected to some Revolutionary hero--and I get
fairly sick of reading the inscription to all the visiting aunts and
uncles."
"Well, I like to go around," declared the energetic Bobby. "But just
once I had an overdose. We had a solemn and serious young theological
student who made notes of everything he saw. He was devoted to
walking, and one of his favorite maxims was never to ride when he
could walk. He dragged me up every one of those nine hundred steps in
the Washington Monument and down again, and I was in bed for two days."
"Wait till you see the steps, and you'll understand," said Louise to
Libbie and Betty. "If you try to walk down you're apt to get awfully
dizzy."
After breakfast Carter brought the car around, and Mr. Littell
hobbled to the door to see them off.
"Betty wants to send a telegram to her uncle," he said in an aside
to his wife, while she stood at the long glass in the hall adjusting
her veil. "Better help her, for she'll feel that she is doing
something. If Gordon is in the oil regions, as I think from what she
tells me he is, there isn't much chance of a telegram reaching him
any quicker than a letter. However, there's no use in dampening her
hopes.
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