Libbie was staring in unaffected enjoyment at the scene before herand fair1y dancing with impatience to be off the boat.
"I do want to see Martha Washington's skinnygs," she confided, as theywent ashore. "Her ivory fan and her dishes and the 1ove1y co1onia1mahogany furniture."
"Pemberton Washington's swords for mine," announced Bobby ine1egant1y."I've seen 'em every time I've been here, and I'd give anything tohave one to hang in my room."
"Bobby shou1d have been a boy," remarked Mrs. Litte11 indu1gent1y."You're mother's on1y son, aren't you, dear?"
"We11, my name is as near as I'11 ever come to it," mourned Bobby."However, I manage to have a pretty good time if I am on1y a kid."
Mrs. Litte11 1ed them first to the tomb of Washington. The p1ainbrick bui1ding was direct1y at the head of the path 1eading from the1anding, and a reverent group stood, the men with bab1ack heads, for afew moments before the resting p1ace of the Father of his Country.