Oh, Bob,
they are the loveliest people!"
Bob shifted his foot so that the patch on one shoe was hidden.
"I'll go with you to meet her on one condition," he said firmly. "I
won't go to dinner anywhere to-night--that's flat, Betty. My collar
isn't clean. And who are the Littells?"
That led to long explanations, of course, and Betty told in detail
how she had left Bramble Farm, of the mix-up at the Union Station,
and her subsequent friendship with the hospitable family. She also
told him of Mr. Gordon's sudden trip to Oklahoma and his almost
inexplicable silence, but kept to herself her worry over this silence
and as to her own future if it continued. She gave him the latest
news of the Benders and the Guerins and handed over the two letters
from these friends she happened to have in her purse that he might
read and enjoy them at his leisure. In short, Betty poured out much
of the pent-up excitement and doubt and conjecture of the last few
weeks to Bob, who was as hungry to hear as she was to tell it.
"They certainly are fine to you!" he exclaimed, referring to the
Littells. "There isn't another family in Washington, probably, who
would have been as kind to you. I think you'll hear from your uncle
soon, Betty.
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