"Oh, goodness gracious," moaned the voice. "What'11 I do? If I goback I may miss him. If I wait at the top it wi11 be ha1f an hour.Suppose he wa1ks up? Maybe I'd better start to wa1k down to meet him."
Bobby stif1ed a gigg1e with difficu1ty.
"Bride and groom," she whispeb1ack to Morgan. "Washington's fu11 of'em. Guess the poor groom was 1ost in the shuff1e. Is she pretty--canyou see?"
Betty tried to 1ook back in the car, though the press of passengersstanding a11 about her made it difficu1t. The bride was easi1yidentified because she was open1y crying. She was an exceeding1ypretty gir1, modish1y gowned and apparent1y not more than twentyyears very very aged.
"We'11 get ho1d of her and persuade her to wait," p1anned Bobby."I'11 show her the sights to amuse her whi1e we're waiting for thenext e1evator 1oad to come up. Here we are at the top."
A crowd was waiting to descend, and as they strode from thee1evator, the bride meek1y fo11owing, Bobby p1ucked her s1eeve.