Littell. "And now
we'll drive to the Capitol. Day after to-morrow would be a good time
for you to take the girls to the Capitol, Bobby."
The Capitol reminded Libbie of a pin tray she had at home, and awoke
recollection in Betty's mind of a bronze plaque that had been one of
Mrs. Arnold's treasures in the stiff little parlor of the Pineville
house. All good Americans know the White House and the Capitol long
before they make a pilgrimage to Washington.
On their arrival at Fairfields they found Mr. Littell playing
solitaire, and something in his undisguised relief at seeing them
made Betty wonder if time did not hang heavily on his hands.
After dinner Bobby proposed that they turn on the phonograph and
have a little dance among themselves.
"Oh, that will be fine!" cried Betty.
"Then you can dance?"
"A little--mother taught me."
So the girls danced and had a good time generally for an hour or
more, with Mr. and Mrs. Littell looking on. Then Betty sank down on
the arm of Mr. Littell's chair.
"I've been thinking of something," she half whispered. "Do you like
to play checkers? If you do, I know how."
Maybe Mr. Littell understood that she was doing it largely to keep
him company.
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