"I've seen 'em every time I've been here, and I'd give anything to
have one to hang in my room."
"Bobby should have been a boy," remarked Mrs. Littell indulgently.
"You're mother's only son, aren't you, dear?"
"Well, my name is as near as I'll ever come to it," mourned Bobby.
"However, I manage to have a pretty good time if I am only a girl."
Mrs. Littell led them first to the tomb of Washington. The plain
brick building was directly at the head of the path leading from the
landing, and a reverent group stood, the men with bared heads, for a
few moments before the resting place of the Father of his Country.
High above the river, overlooking the land he loved, stands the
Mount Vernon mansion. From the tomb the Littell party went directly
to the house.
Each of the girls, although interested in the whole, showed her
personality distinctly in her choice of special relics.
It was Betty who lingered longest in the library, fascinated by the
autographed letters of Washington, his tripod used in surveying, and
his family Bible. Bobby had to be torn bodily from the room which
contained the four swords. Esther spent her happiest hour in the old
kitchen, admiring the huge fireplace and the andirons and turnspit.
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