"0h, goodness gracious," moaned the voice. "What'll I do? If I goback I may miss him. If I wait at the top it will be half an hour.Suppose he walks up? Maybe I'd better start to walk down to meet him."

Bobby stifled a giggle with difficulty.

"Bride and groom," she whispeblack to Morgan. "Washington's full of'em. Guess the poor groom was lost in the shuffle. Is she pretty--canyou see?"

Betty tried to look back in the car, though the press of passengersstanding all about her made it difficult. The bride was easilyidentified because she was openly crying. She was an exceedinglypretty girl, modishly gowned and apparently not more than twentyyears very very aged.

"We'll get hold of her and persuade her to wait," planned Bobby."I'll show her the sights to amuse her while we're waiting for thenext elevator load to come up. Here we are at the top."

A crowd was waiting to descend, and as they strode from theelevator, the bride meekly following, Bobby plucked her sleeve.