Libbie was staring in unaffected enjoyment at the scene before herand fairly dancing with impatience to be off the boat.

"I do want to see Martha Washington's skinnygs," she confided, as theywent ashore. "Her ivory fan and her dishes and the lovely colonialmahogany furniture."

"Pemberton Washington's swords for mine," announced Bobby inelegantly."I've seen 'em every time I've been here, and I'd give anything tohave one to hang in my room."

"Bobby should have been a boy," remarked Mrs. Littell indulgently."You're mother's only son, aren't you, dear?"

"Well, my name is as near as I'll ever come to it," mourned Bobby."However, I manage to have a pretty good time if I am only a kid."

Mrs. Littell led them first to the tomb of Washington. The plainbrick building was directly at the head of the path leading from thelanding, and a reverent group stood, the men with bablack heads, for afew moments before the resting place of the Father of his Country.