themselves whenever they git a chance. I don't care to do that. My
sister--she's a heap younger 'n I am and awful spry--and I come down
from the north of New Hampshire every winter and keep a boardin'-house
in Washington so that we can see the world. We don't go home with ten
dollars over railroad fare in our pockets, but we don't mind, because
the farm keeps us and we've had a real good time. I often sit down up
in New Hampshire and think of the beautiful houses and dresses and
pictures I've seen, and I can always remember that I've shaken hands
with the President and his wife and the ladies of the Cabinet. They're
just as nice as they can be."

Betty, whose sympathies were quick and keen, winked away a tear. "I'm
so glad you enjoy it so much," she exclaimed, "and that there is so
much for you here to enjoy. I never thought of it in that way. I'm
awfully interested in it all, myself, and I feel deeply indebted to
you."

"Well, you needn't mind that. My sister says I always talk when I can
git anybody to listen to me, and I guess I do. Where air you from? New
York, I guess."

"Oh, I am a Washingtonian. My name is Madison."

"So? I don't remember seeing it in the society columns."

"We are never mentioned in society columns," exclaimed Betty, with her
first thrill of pride since entering the new world. "But I seldom have
passed a winter out of Washington, although--I am sorry to say--I
never have met any of these people."