"
Louise, Esther and Bobby were the last to squeeze into the car,
Libbie, the prudent, having ducked earlier. As Betty turned to follow
them, the gate closed.
"Car full!" said the operator.
"Oh, Betty!" Bobby's wail came to her as the car began to disappear.
"We'll wait for you," came the parting message before it dropped from
sight.
Mrs. Hale laughed musically.
"Now you know something of how I felt," she said merrily. "May I
present my husband? John, those five girls have been so nice to me.
And now you'll go round with us, won't you?"
But Betty knew better than that.
"I'm going to write some of my post cards," she said. "But I would
love to ask you a question before you go. Do you know a man in
Washington who keeps a bookshop? His name is Lockwood Hale."
Mr. and Mrs. Hale exchanged glances.
"Know him?" repeated the young man. "Why, I should think we did!
He's my great-uncle."
"I'm very anxious to see him to ask about a friend of mine,"
explained Betty. "Mr. Hale thought he might be able to tell him
something of his parents who died when he was a baby. As soon as I
heard your name I hoped you could tell me where to find the bookstore."
"Yes, uncle is a wizard on old family records," admitted the nephew.
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