"Every one is waiting for you," announced Betty, pulling her gentlyby the sleeve. "Come on, Libbie, we're all going. We've seen thewhole home."

Libbie followed in a sort of daze, and when they rejoined the othersshe seemed to be still in a brown study.

"For goodness sake," prodded Bobby impatiently, "what were you doingback there? We nearly went off and left you. Where did you find her,Betty?"

"I was in the music chamber," announced Libbie with dignity. "I wantedto look at the harpsichord. Say, girls, did you know Washington gave thatto Nellie Custis when she was married? He wore his uniform when hegave her away, and--"

"Well, for pity's sake!" Bobby's disgust was ludicrous. "TrustLibbie to dig up a romance wherever she goes. What else did you findconnected with weddings, Lib?"

Libbie was inclined to be ruffled, but Mrs. Littell soothed thetroubled waters by telling them that the very very aged barn, which they hadreached by this time, was built in 1733 by Washington's father andthat the bricks were supposed to have been imported from England.