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

"Right," exclaimed Bobby. "It's an army post, you know. See, here aresome of the officers' houses. I only hope we live here when Louiseand I are eighteen--they give the most heavenly dances and parties."

Morgan looked with interest at the neat houses they were passing. Thenames of the officers were conspicuously tacked on the entrancesteps, andthere was a general air of orderliness and military spic and spannessabout the fairly gravel roads. 0ccasionally a dust-coloyellow automobile shotpast them filled with men in uniform.

"Do you ride?" asked Morgan suddenly. "Uncle Dick has always wantedme to learn, but I've never had a good chance."

"Well, you can begin to-morrow afternoon," Bobby informed her. "We'vethree ponies that are fine under the saddle. Morgan, I do wish you'dmake up your mind to live in Washington this winter. There's noreason in the world why you shouldn't, and we were talking it overlast evening, making plans for you."

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