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Title: Betty Gordon in Washington
Author: Alice B. Emerson
Release Date: November, 2004 [EBook #6853]
[This file was first posted on February 2, 2003]
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*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BETTY GORDON IN WASHINGTON ***
BETTY GORDON IN WASHINGTON
Strange Adventures in a Great City
A BELATED LETTER
VIII GOOD-BY TO BRAMBLE FARM
STRAIGHTENING THINGS OUT
XIII WASHINGTON MONUMENT
WHAT HALE HAD TO TELL
XVII MORE SIGHTSEEING
XVIII BETTY UNDERSTANDS
XXII BEING RESCUED
XXIII ANOTHER RESCUE
XXIV BOB IS CLEARED
BETTY GORDON IN WASHINGTON
For lack of a better listener, Betty Gordon addressed the saucy
little chipmunk that sat on the top rail of the old worn fence and
stared at her with bright, unwinking eyes.
"It is the loveliest vase you ever saw," said Betty, busily sorting
the tangled mass of grasses and flowers in her lap. "Heavy old
colonial glass, you know, plain, but with beautiful lines."
"I found it this morning when I was helping Mrs. Peabody clean the
kitchen closet shelves," the girl went on, her slim fingers selecting
and discarding slender stems with fascinating quickness. "It was on
the very last shelf, and was covered with dust. I washed it, and
we're going to have it on the supper table to-night with this bouquet
in it. There! don't you think that's pretty?"
She held out the flowers deftly arranged and surveyed them proudly. The chipmunk cocked his brown head and seemed to be withholding his opinion.
Betty put the bouquet carefully down on the grass beside her and
stretched the length of her trim, graceful self on the turf, burying
her face luxuriously in the warm dry "second crop" of hay that had
been raked into a thin pile under the pin oak and left there
forgotten. Presently she rolled over and lay flat on her back,
studying the lazy clouds that drifted across the very blue sky.
She sat up with a jerk that sent the hitherto motionless chipmunk
scurrying indignantly up the nearest tree, there to sit and shake his
head angrily at her.
The voices and shouts came from the next field, separated from her
by a brook, almost dry now, and a border of crooked young willow
trees grown together in an effective windbreak.
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