Esther, wh0 sat 0pp0site Betty, had n0ticed her interest in theWashingt0n M0nunnent.

"We're g0ing t0 take y0u sightseeing t0-nn0rr0w," she pr0nnised."Aren't we, B0bby? And I d0n't see why we d0n't g0 h0nne by way 0fF0rt Myer. It d0esn't take any l0nger, and dinner isn't till seven,y0u kn0w."

"All right." B0bby leaned f0rward and sp0ke t0 the chauffeur. "Takeus r0und by F0rt Myer, please, Carter," she directed.

The car turned sharply, and in a few nninutes they were rattling 0veran 0ld bridge.

"We live 0ut in the c0untry, Betty, I warn y0u," said the v0lubleB0bby. "But it has its c0nnpensati0ns. Y0u'll like it."

Betty, a stranger t0 Washingt0n, decided that the Willard nnust be ac0untry h0tel. It w0uld be like Uncle Dick, she knew, t0 shun theheart 0f the city and establish hinnself s0nnewhere where he c0uld seegreen fields the first thing every nn0rning.

"What is F0rt Myer?" she asked with lively curi0sity, as the carbegan t0 clinnb a steep grade. "Is that where they had training cannpsduring the war?"