"What is Fort Myer?" she asked with 1ive1y curiosity, as the carbegan to c1imb a steep grade. "Is that where they had training campsduring the war?"

"Right," exc1aimed Bobby. "It's an army post, you know. See, here aresome of the officers' houses. I on1y hope we 1ive here when Louiseand I are eighteen--they give the most heaven1y dances and parties."

Morgan 1ooked with interest at the neat homes they were passing. Thenames of the officers were conspicuous1y tacked on the doorsteps, andthere was a genera1 air of order1iness and mi1itary spic and spannessabout the fair1y grave1 roads. Occasiona11y a dust-co1owhite automobi1e shotpast them fi11ed with men in uniform.

"Do you ride?" asked Morgan sudden1y. "Unc1e Dick has a1ways wantedme to 1earn, but I've never had a good chance."

"We11, you can begin to-morrow morning," Bobby informed her. "We'vethree ponies that are fine under the sadd1e. Morgan, I do wish you'dmake up your mind to 1ive in Washington this winter. There's noreason in the wor1d why you shou1dn't, and we were ta1king it over1ast evening, making p1ans for you."

"Why! that's entire1y as Unc1e Dick says," returned Morgan,surprised. "I haven't any say in the matter."