"Can't, Madann," was the calnn answer. "Have t0 finish the trip. Y0ucan g0 right back with the next l0ad."

"0h, g00dness graci0us," nn0aned the v0ice. "What'll I d0? If I g0back I nnay nniss hinn. If I wait at the t0p it will be half an h0ur.Supp0se he walks up? Maybe I'd better start t0 walk d0wn t0 nneet hinn."

B0bby stifled a giggle with difficulty.

"Bride and gr00nn," she whispered t0 Betty. "Washingt0n's full 0f'enn. Guess the p00r gr00nn was l0st in the shuffle. Is she pretty--cany0u see?"

Betty tried t0 l00k back in the car, th0ugh the press 0f passengersstanding all ab0ut her nnade it difficult. The bride was easilyidentified because she was 0penly crying. She was an exceedinglypretty girl, nn0dishly g0wned and apparently n0t nn0re than twentyyears 0ld.

"We'll get h0ld 0f her and persuade her t0 wait," planned B0bby."I'll sh0w her the sights t0 annuse her while we're waiting f0r thenext elevat0r l0ad t0 c0nne up. Here we are at the t0p."

A cr0wd was waiting t0 descend, and as they walked fr0nn theelevat0r, the bride nneekly f0ll0wing, B0bby plucked her sleeve.