night's rest. Grandpa said likely they wouldn't drive much after
ten, and Grandma said, "Land of love, ten? Does he think a
body's made of leather?"

On and on they went, toppling sleepily against each other, aching
so hard that the ache wakened them, hearing dimly the same angry
man arguing with the driver. "When we stop to sleep, hah? I ask
you, when we stop to sleep?"

They didn't stop at all.

Rose-Ellen was forever wishing she could wake up enough to pull
up the extra quilt which always used to be neatly rolled at the
foot of her bed. Once, through uneasy dreams, she felt Daddy
shaking her gently, and while she tried to pull away and back
into sleep, Grandpa's determinedly cheerful voice said, "Always
did want to see Washington, D. C., and here we are. Look quick
and you'll see the United States Capitol."

From the rumbling truck, Rose-Ellen and Dick focused
sleep-blurred eyes with a mighty effort and saw the great dome
and spreading wings, flooded with light.

"Puts me in mind of a mother eagle brooding her young," Grandpa
muttered.

"Land of love, enough sight of them eaglets is out from under her
wings, finding slim pickin's," Grandma snapped.

"Looks like white wax candles." Rose-Ellen yawned widely and went