"Well, Betty," Mr. Littell beckoned to her afterward when they were
all in the pleasant living-room across the hall, "think you're going
to like Washington, even if it is overrun with brides and grooms?"
"It's lovely," Betty assured him fervently. "We've had the most
perfect day. And, Mr. Littell, what do you think--I've found out
something important already."
She had told him about Bob that morning, and he was interested at
once when she narrated what the bride and groom had told her of old
Lockwood Hale.
"Why, I know where his shop is. Everybody in Washington does," said
Mr. Littell when she had finished. "He has lots of rare books mixed
in with worthless trash. Funny I didn't take in you meant that Hale
when you spoke of him. I suppose you'll want to go there to-morrow
Carter will take you in the car, and you'd better have one of the
girls go with you. Bobby is all right--she may be scatter-brained but
she doesn't talk."
For some reason none of the girls was sleepy that night, and after
going upstairs they all assembled in Bobby and Betty's room to talk.
Libbie could not keep her mind off the bride.
"I wonder how I'd look in a lace veil," she said, seizing the fluted
muslin bedspread and draping it over her head.
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