Betty Gordon in Washington; Or, Strange Adventures in a Great City

nd saw nothing wrong with the neglected house and grounds. His near-sighted eyes, beaming with kindness and good-will, apparently took comfort and serenity for granted, and when Betty came out half

well on its way out of the lane. "You're dreadful good, Betty, to help me through with it. He won't come again for another

ng before he came in to supper that night the chairs had been restored to their proper places and Mrs. Peabody had resumed the gray wrapper she habitually wore. Only the vase of flowers on the table was lef

suspiciously. "There's sugar in the bottom of one of 'em. You

was only Ethan, the hired man, Betty,

my own glasses I bought in Glenside, and the sug

money from time to time, and though he fairly writhed to thin

y question Mrs. Peabody put to Ethan, the hired man, that Bob was not expected home until ten or eleven o'clock. There was no thought of s

sweater over her dressing gown and sat down at the window of her room, a tin of sardine

hen the sound of an automobile horn came to her and she saw a car speed by on the main road. Sitting there in the sweet stillness of the summer night, she thought of her m

f, breaking off her reverie abruptly. "

several minutes before she was positive that it had turned into the lane. Yes, it must be Bob. No on

heard the sound of singing. Bob was moved to song in that lovely moonlight,

n thy d

these shall

ylight

dreams a

on the night air, and to Betty's surprise, tears came

shing the drops from her eyes. "I hope Bob will look up a

ile still some distance from the ho

er lamp, lit it, and se

," she argued wisely, "and

nutes a well-known whistle sounded below her

of repressed excitement. "I've g

e concerned with that question than with any n

where, because I knew I'd be late getting home as it was. The horse was never cut out f

tty, tying a string to the parcel. "Sorry it isn'

lowered to him, and Betty pulled in the

a brick, Betty. And, say, what do y

ud!" cautioned Be

here a while back -Jim thought it must have been a month ago. He has a secondhand bookshop in Washington, and he came to the poorhouse to look at some old books they have there-thought they might be valuable. They opened all the records to him, and Jim says he was quite interested when he came to my mother's na

"I hope you didn't come away without seeing

s Lockwood Hale. And he went ba

es tumbled with a

oice low. "The idea! Do you mean to tell me they let that man g

elves out much for those under 'em-though Jim Turner's always treated me fair enough. But Lockwood

" said Betty hopefully. "But, oh, Bo

ded unh

ought maybe he had the name in mind and would write anyway. I'd get it, you know, if it went to the poorhouse. But I guess Hale's memory is like a r

ittle window up under the roof. "You've been babbling and babbling steady for half an hour," grumbled the annoyed Et

d up his sardines and the remnants of the crackers and tiptoed

ough Bob's news had excited her, she w

Bob alone, and when she heard him grinding a sic

to go to Washington on. I've been saving, thanks to your advice, and I have more than I nee

those charms I carved, and I haven't spent a cent. It's all buried in a little canvas

uldn't you, if you had to come back after you ran away because you didn't have enough money? You t

le wad of money into th

ow it. I would like to know I had enoug

k her head

e assured him. "That's all we need, isn't it, B