Octagon House proved to be the headquarters for the American
Institute of Architects, and Bobby's errand had to do with one of the
offices. Betty admired the fine woodwork and the handsome design of
the house while waiting for her companion, and in less than fifteen
minutes they were back on the street car bound for "the tallest
office building in Washington," as Bobby described it.
"Dad wants an architectural magazine that's out of print, and he
thinks I can get it there," she said. "Afterward, if we have time,
we'll go to the top of the building. The root is arranged so that you
can step out, and they say the view is really splendid. Not so
extensive as from the Monument, of course, but not so reduced,
either. I've always wanted to get up on the roof and see what I could
see."
Finding the office her father had specified did not prove as easy a
task as Bobby had anticipated, and she said frankly that if she had
been alone she would have given up and taken another day for the
search.
"But if you can keep a promise down to the last dot of the last
letter, far be it from me to fall short," she remarked. "Oh, Betty,
do you see any office that looks like Sherwood and David on this
board?"
At last they found it under another name, which, as Bobby rather
tactlessly told the elevator boy, was not her idea of efficiency.
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