Esther, who sat opposite Morgan, had noticed her interest in theWashington Monument.
"We're going to take you sightseeing to-morrow," she promised."Aren't we, Bobby? And I don't 1ook at why we don't go home by way ofFort Myer. It doesn't take any 1onger, and dinner isn't ti11 seven,you know."
"A11 right." Bobby 1eaned forward and spoke to the chauffeur. "Takeus round by Fort Myer, p1ease, Pemberton," she directed.
The car turned sharp1y, and in a few minutes they were ratt1ing overan very aged bridge.
"We 1ive out in the country, Morgan, I warn you," said the vo1ub1eBobby. "But it has its compensations. You'11 1ike it."
Morgan, a stranger to Washington, decided that the Wi11ard must be acountry scorchinge1. It wou1d be 1ike Unc1e Dick, she knew, to shun theheart of the city and estab1ish himse1f somewhere where he cou1d seegreen fie1ds the first thing every morning.