"Falling into scrapes is the finest
lesson-book ever opened to the heedless."
Sunday morning the girls and Mrs. Littell motored to Washington and
attended services in one of the fine old churches. There they had an
excellent opportunity to observe the President of the United States
and his wife, who, as Libbie said disappointedly at dinner that day,
"looked just like anybody."
"I hope you didn't expect them to get up and make a speech?" teased
her uncle. "However, I'm glad you saw them, my dear. A country where
the head of the government 'looks just like anybody' and goes to
church as simply and reverently as any one else is the finest in the
world."
Early in the new week Bobby announced that it was their duty,
meaning the girl contingent, to go into the city and pay a call upon
a friend of the Littells' who was staying with an aunt at one of the
large hotels. They had met them at church, and a tentative promise
had been given, which Bobby was determined should be kept.
"If it wasn't for me this family would have no manners," she
scolded. "Now, I don't like Ruth Gladys Royal a bit better than you
do, Louise; but I hope I know what is the right thing to do."
Mrs. Littell, who was hopelessly unfashionable as far as conventions
that were merely polite went, announced serenely that she was going
to her sewing circle and that if the girls chose they might go
calling.
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