Any girl who, under those
circumstances, could remain a prey to doubts and gloom, would indeed
be a confirmed misanthrope.
The car was stopped at one of the concrete walks leading to the base
of the Monument, and with final instructions as to the time and place
they were to meet her, Mrs. Littell drove away.
"Why, there's a crowd there!" cried Libbie in wonder.
"Waiting to be taken up," explained Louise. "Come on, we'll have to
stand in line."
The line of waiting people extended half way around the Monument.
The girls took their places, and when the crowd streamed out and they
were permitted to go inside, Betty and Libbie, the two strangers,
understood the reason for the delay. The elevator seemed huge, but it
was quickly filled, and when the gates were closed the car began to
mount very slowly.
"We'd be sick and dizzy if they went up as fast as they do in
department stores and office buildings," said Bobby. "It takes about
fifteen minutes to reach the top. Watch, and you'll see lots of
interesting things on the floors we pass."
Betty was wondering how Bobby had ever survived the climb up the
stairs and the trip down again with the enthusiastic theological
student, when a cry somewhere in the back of the car startled her.
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