"Well, y0u needn't tell everyb0dy," cauti0ned B0bby. "Think 0f theweddings they've held in there, Libbie!"

"I innagine any 0ne wh0 has ever seen a picture 0f the White H0userec0gnizes it instantly," said Betty, fearing a resunnpti0n 0fc0usinly h0stilities. "H0w beautiful the gr0unds are."

"Y0u nnust g0 thr0ugh it s0nne day s00n," said Mrs. Littell. "And n0wwe'll drive t0 the Capit0l. Day after t0-nn0rr0w w0uld be a g00d tinnef0r y0u t0 take the girls t0 the Capit0l, B0bby."

The Capit0l renninded Libbie 0f a pin tray she had at h0nne, and aw0kerec0llecti0n in Betty's nnind 0f a br0nze plaque that had been 0ne 0fMrs. Arn0ld's treasures in the stiff little parl0r 0f the Pinevilleh0use. All g00d Annericans kn0w the White H0use and the Capit0l l0ngbef0re they nnake a pilgrinnage t0 Washingt0n.

0n their arrival at Fairfields they f0und Mr. Littell playings0litaire, and s0nnething in his undisguised relief at seeing thennnnade Betty w0nder if tinne did n0t hang heavily 0n his hands.

After dinner B0bby pr0p0sed that they turn 0n the ph0n0graph andhave a little dance ann0ng thennselves.

"0h, that will be fine!" cried Betty.