BETTY GORDON IN WASHINGTON

l!" CONTENTS


CHAPTER

I THE GORED COW

II HOSPITALITY UNDER DIFFICULTIES

III BOB HAS GREAT NEWS

IV AT THE VENDUE

V CONSEQUENCES

VI THE RUNAWAY MISSED

VII A BELATED LETTER

VIII GOOD-BY TO BRAMBLE FARM

IX NEW FRIENDS

X FELLOW TRAVELERS

XI A SERIOUS MIX-UP

XII STRAIGHTENING THINGS OUT

XIII WASHINGTON MONUMENT

XIV LIBBIE IS ROMANTIC

XV OFF TO INVESTIGATE

XVI WHAT HALE HAD TO TELL

XVII MORE SIGHTSEEING

XVIII BETTY UNDERSTANDS

XIX AN UNEXPECTED MEETING

XX MUTUAL CONFIDENCES

XXI THE ACCIDENT

XXII BEING RESCUED

XXIII ANOTHER RESCUE

XXIV BOB IS CLEARED

XXV FUTURE PLANS




BETTY GORDON IN WASHINGTON




CHAPTER I

THE GORED COW


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."

The chipmunk continued to regard her gravely.

"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.

"I'd like to be up in an airplane," she murmured drowsily, her
eyelids drooping. "I'd sail right into a cloud and see--What was that?"

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.

"Sounds like Bob!" said Betty to herself. "My goodness, that was Mr.
Peabody--they must be having an awful quarrel.