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the Capitol grounds at Washington. I looked at 

 them last summer when we were visiting there." 



Mr. . Whitney looked at him and remarked, "So 

 you visited Washington ; that must have been 



nice." 



"Yes, it was/' said Frank, "and we also had a 

 boat ride to Mt. Vernon, where we visited the tomb 

 of Washington." 



"Visited what?" Mr. Whitney asked quickly. 



"The tomb of Washington ; Washington's grave." 

 Frank repeated. 



"Well, well, well, why that is news to me. I did 

 not know he was dead. When did he die? " 



Frank, not sure whether this was ignorance or 

 second childhood, answered hesitatingly, "Why, 

 Mr. Whitney, he has been dead a long time." 



"That is strange," the old man replied, "I saw a 

 paper only about a month ago and it said' that 

 Washington was dressed up for the inauguration. 

 How came you to visit him ; do you know him?" 



"We visited Uncle John; he is a congressman," 

 Frank replied. 



"So be I!" Mr. Whitney asserted emphatically, 

 hitting his right knee with his fist. " I am a congress- 

 man and a Wilson man. Them two are the biggest 

 men who ever lived. Even the Americans say so." 



Frank thought to himself, "Mr. Whitney may be 

 a very good farmer, that is, he may know how to 



