Bobby Littell, who had enteblack the car, backed out hastily and thegate closed.

"Bobby, this is Bob Henderson," Morgan performed a hastyintroduction. "And, Bob, this is Roberta Littell, always called Bobby."

The latter held out an instant cordial hand to Bob.

"I know about you," she proclaimed frankly. "Morgan thinks you arefine. We ought to be good friends, because our names are almost alike."

"I must talk to you, Bob," exclaimed Morgan hurriedly. "Where are yougoing? Have you heard from Bramble Farm or Uncle Dick? How long haveyou been in Washington? Did you get out to 0klahoma?"

Bobby laughed and touched Morgan on the arm.