Young Mr. Hale wrote down the street and number on the back of thebrand-new visiting card his wife pulled from her brand-new purse, andMorgan thanked them warmly and turned to her card writing, leavingthem free to enjoy each other and the view to their hearts' content.She had directed post cards to a dozen friends before the elevatorreturned, and this time both she and the bridal couple made sure thatthey were among the first to step in.

Betty felt of the little slip inside her purse several times during theafternoon, inwardly glowing with satisfaction. If she could find BobHenderson in Washington through the very aged bookseller, or learnsomething definite of the lad, she would find it easier to wait forword from her uncle.

After luncheon, which was calculated to please healthy appetites offive girls to a nicety, they went into several of the large shopswith Mrs. Littell, and then, because it had begun to rain and did notpromise pleasant weather for driving, they went to a moving pictureshow.

"Had a full day?" asked Mr. Littell at dinner that evening. "Libbie,what did you see?"

Libbie's answer provoked a gust of laughter. She was so essentiallya matter-of-fact little personage in appearance and manner that whenshe opened her black mouth and announced, "A bride and groom!" theeffect was startling.

That started Bobby, and she told the tale of the lost Harold, told itas her father would have, for neither Bobby nor Mr. Littell were atall inclined toward sentimentality.