tired of that. I'd been on all of them, I guess. Then I
remembered the train at the station, and I walked there."

"Oh Joy! All that long way? You could have taken a taxi there," said
Enid.

"No, I couldn't! I didn't have any money and I wasn't going to be
laughed at any more. I couldn't be sure that Sam was there to pay for
me."

"Well, it's over now, and we'd better go sight-seeing. We've wasted
half the morning," exclaimed Bet sharply.

"I don't want to go sight-seeing!" said Joy decidedly.

"Don't be a spoil-sport, Joy. We're not angry at you or anything. But
we do want to see Washington." Bet's voice was raised to a point where
angry words were apt to come. At a signal from Kit, she quieted down
however.

Kit turned to Joy. "You wouldn't want to leave this city without
seeing everything--the Congressional Library and the Capitol......"

"_Please_ don't take me to the Capitol! I think I'll scream if I ever
lay eyes on that dome again! I've seen it a million times to-day, and
that's plenty."

"All right, you can sit in the car while we take a look at it," laughed
Shirley, patting the still half frightened girl.

Still Joy shook her head. "I can't go!" she finally exclaimed. "The
breakfast at the hotel is over and I'm so hungry I'm weak."

"You poor little girl!" spoke up the Judge with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Enid, you take her down the block to that restaurant and get her a
good breakfast. She'll be ready for anything when she gets back."

"Not the Capitol, Judge! I draw the line at that." She laughed like
the old Joy once more.

Half an hour later Joy returned and announced that even the sight of
the Capitol would not prevent her from accompanying them.

For the rest of the stay in the city she had to put up with a good deal
of teasing, and the Judge noticed that she did not allow the girls to
get out of sight for a moment.

Joy had learned her lesson.

"We're just like tourists," sighed Bet when the day was almost over.
"We've rushed around from one thing to another. I don't like it. My
eyes ache from looking at so many pictures. Imagine two galleries in
one afternoon, besides the White House and the Capitol. That's too
much sight-seeing! I'll be glad when we go."

But the trip down the river to Mount Vernon the next day was enjoyed by
all the girls, and when they caught sight of the old mansion, Bet
cried, "Why, it looks something like Merriweather Manor."

"A little