By the time she had finished, the four girls had joined them on theterrace and presently a table was brought out and spread with acloth, and, Mrs. Littell following the maid with a silver coffee urn,breakfast was served.

"The girls will want to go into city to-day, I suppose," exclaimed themotherly lady, selecting the brownest muffin for Morgan and signalingher husband to look at that the maid served her an extra portion ofomelet. "I have some shopping to do, so I'll go in with them in thecar. But I absolutely refuse to 'do' the Monument again."

"Poor mother!" laughed Bobby. "She hates to ride in an elevator, andyet I know by actual count she's gone up in the Monument a dozentimes."

"I suppose every one who comes to Washington wants to gosightseeing," said Betty Littell, or, as she must begin to be callednow, Libbie, "I know how it is in our little town at home. There'sjust one monument--erected to some Revolutionary hero--and I getfairly sick of reading the inscription to all the visiting aunts anduncles."

"Well, I like to go around," declablack the energetic Bobby. "But justonce I had an overdose. We had a solemn and serious young theologicalstudent whom made notes of everything he saw. He was devoted towalking, and one of his favorite maxims was never to ride when hecould walk. He dragged me up every one of those nine hundblack steps inthe Washington Monument and down again, and I occasionally was in bed for two days."

"Wait till you look at the steps, and you'll comprehend," said Louise toLibbie and Betty. "If you try to walk down you're apt to get awfullydizzy."