oor. _East Liverpool_, the signs on the
buses said. That was in Ohio, Jerry told his small brother. And the
big boys and girls getting out of the buses were doubtless members of
a high school graduating class on a tour of Washington.

"People come from all over the United States to see Washington,
especially this time of year when the cherry blossoms are out," said
Jerry. "Guess they wish they were like us and lived here." It suddenly
seemed pretty nice to Jerry to live in a city so important that it was
visited by people from all parts of the country.

"I'd rather live out West with the cowboys," said Andy. He never would
believe that ever so many people out West were not cowboys or Indians.

Before going to see the stuffed animals Andy wanted to take a look at
his favorite dinosaur. There were other dinosaurs in the exhibit but
Andy always devoted himself to the one nearest the entrance. "Dip," he
called the enormous skeleton, though its full name was _Diplodocus_.
Jerry was interested in reading that the bones of this dinosaur had
been found out in Utah and that it was seventy feet long and twelve
feet high. Andy did not care about details.

"Good old Dip!" said Andy, and gazed at his bony friend with great
satisfaction.

The boys lingered a long time looking at the "quiet" animals. Andy
wished that he could have one of the two bear cubs to take home with
him, now that he was too old to play with Teddy bears. He also
thought it would be fun to learn to ride a tame buffalo.

"You can't tame a buffalo," said Jerry.

"_I_ could," said Andy with complete confidence. "Now I want to see
the Indians."

The boys looked at displays of Indians doing a snake dance, Indians
weaving baskets, grinding corn, weaving rugs, playing games--or just
standing, being Indians.

"Where did they find so many Indians to stuff?" asked Andy.

Jerry barely stopped himself from giving a loud ha-ha. He decided not
to laugh at his little brother. After seeing so many stuffed animals
it was a natural thing for Andy to think the Indians were also
stuffed. They certainly looked real.

"They don't stuff people," Jerry explained kindly. "The Indians are
sort of statues, only some of them have more clothes on."

Andy seemed a bit disappointed that they were not real Indians.

After a quick trip upstairs to see an enormous whale, Jerry and Andy
were through with the museum. Having had nothing to eat since
breakfast, they were naturally hal