"
"Now we'll drop you at the Monument," planned Mrs. Littell, as the
car bore them down the driveway. "You can walk from there to that
pretty tea-room--what is its name, Bobby?--can't you?"
"The Dora-Rose, you mean, Mother," supplied Bobby. "Of course we can
walk. But Carter is taking the longest way to the Monument."
"We're going to the station first," answered her mother. "Betty
wants to send her uncle a telegram, and Carter is going to leave
directions to have the trunks sent up to the house. You have your
baggage checks, haven't you, girls?"
They produced them, and Carter slipped them into his pocket. Betty
had leisure and opportunity to enjoy the beauty of the handsome
building as they approached it this perfect morning, and she could
not help exclaiming.
"Yes, it is fine, every one says so," admitted Bobby, with the
carelessness of one to whom it was an old story. "Finer, daddy says,
than the big terminals in New York."
Libbie had the advantage of being the only one of the girls who had
been to New York.
"This has lots more ground around it," she pronounced critically.
"Course in a city like New York, they need the land for other
buildings. But you just ought to see the Pennsylvania Station there!"
"All right, take your word for it," said Bobby.
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