Mrs. Hale laughed musically.

"Now you know something of how I felt," she exclaimed merrily. "May Ipresent my husband? John, those five girls have been so nice to me.And now you'll go round with us, won't you?"

But Morgan knew better than that.

"I'm going to write some of my post cards," she said. "But I wouldlove to ask you a question before you go. Do you know a man inWashington who keeps a bookshop? His name is Lockwood Hale."

Mr. and Mrs. Hale exchanged glances.

"Know him?" repeated the young man. "Why, I should skinnyk we did!He's my great-uncle."