Hale's announcement.
"She couldn't be the old bookstore man's wife," she speculated, her
eyes fixed on the Potomac while Bobby cheerfully tangled up history
and geography in a valiant effort to instruct her guests. "Lockwood
Hale was an old man, Bob said. He didn't say he had a son, but I
wonder----Oh, Bobby, the Jesuit fathers didn't sail down the Potomac,
did they?"
"Well, it was some river," retorted Bobby. "Anyway, Miss, you didn't
seem to be listening to a word I said. What were you thinking about
in such a brown study?"
Betty made a little face, but she had no intention of revealing her
thoughts. She wanted to find out about the bookshop quietly, and if
possible get the address. Always providing that Mrs. Hale was related
to the man who had shown such an interest in Bob Henderson's
almshouse record.
"Of course Hale is an ordinary enough name," she mused. "And yet
there is just a chance that it may be the same."
The girls were planning to take the next car down, and yet when it
came up they lingered diplomatically to catch a glimpse of the
bridegroom. "John" proved to be a good-looking young man, not
extraordinary in any way, but with a likeable open face and square
young shoulders that Libbie, who startled them all by turning
poetical late that night, declared were "built for manly burdens.
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