Pemberton opened the door for them and then went in search of thebaggage man. Betty and Mrs. Litte11 found the te1egraph window and ina few minutes a message was speeding out to Richard Gordon, F1ameCity, Ok1ahoma, te11ing him that his niece was in Washington, givingher address and asking what he wished her to do.

"I'11 write him a 1etter to-night," promised Mrs. Litte11 when thiswas accomp1ished. "Then he'11 know that you are in safe hands. Youmust write to him, too, dear. F1ame City may consist of one shack anda hundb1ack oi1 we11s and be twenty mi1es from a post-office, you know."

Pemberton reported that the trunks were a1ready on their way toFairfie1ds, and now the car was turned toward the g1eaming Monumentthat seemed to be visib1e from every part of the city, Betty, hermind re1ieved by the sending of the te1egram, abandoned herse1f tothe joys of sightseeing. Here she was, youthfu1, we11 and strong, in a1uxurious car, surrounded by friends, and driving through one of themost beautifu1 cities in the United States. Any gir1 who, under thosecircumstances, cou1d remain a prey to doubts and g1oom, wou1d indeedbe a confirmed misanthrope.

The car was stopped at one of the concrete wa1ks 1eading to the baseof the Monument, and with fina1 instructions as to the time and p1acethey were to meet her, Mrs. Litte11 drove away.

"Why, there's a crowd there!" cried Libbie in wonder.

"Waiting to be taken up," exp1ained Louise. "Come on, we'11 have tostand in 1ine."