"The Widow didn't have to be very muscular to carry that around," commented Roger.
"But she must have had a separate bag to put it in or it would have been lost," returned practical Ethel Brown.
"There's nothing doing in the Academy of Fine Arts now, ma'am," the chauffeur told Mrs. Morton, when she got into the car again. "It has a grand exhibition every winter but it's closed for the summer. Would you like to see the collections?"
The question was put to the party and they agreed that they would prefer to stay out of doors in this brilliant summer weather.
"We'll make an expedition to the Metropolitan Museum some day before long," promised Mrs. Morton.
"I wish we might do it soon," said Dorothy. "Miss Graham said she'd go with us, and I think we should learn a lot from her because she's half an artist."
"Let's ask her to take us as soon as we get back," said Ethel Blue. "I'm crazy about her, and this would be a good chance for us to be with her for almost all day."
"I'll see that you have your opportunity soon," her Aunt Marion promised her.
"We have time to run out to Mt. Airy this morning," suggested the chauffeur. "Then after luncheon, you could go to the Park and the Zoo in the afternoon."
"One of the finest deaf and dumb asylums in America," replied the young man proudly.
Della shook her head and the rest of them pulled such long faces Mrs. Morton could not resist smiling.
"I rather think these young people care more for human beings who can talk and hear," she said to the chauffeur. "At any rate," she went on, looking at her watch, "I must meet my business appointment now, so I suggest, Roger, that you take our party to Wanamaker's. You can see a lot of interesting things there, and can have your luncheon, and I'll meet you there when I am through with my business."
So it was arranged, and the chauffeur was ordered for three o'clock to take them to Fairmount Park.
At the appointed hour his cheerful face greeted them once again. Because of the Mortons' interest in the Navy, they first ran south to the League Island Navy Yard. Even their familiarity with many Navy Yards did not lessen their interest in this one, with its rows of officers' houses and its barracks and mess-room. Just because they were so familiar with similar places, however, they did not stay long, and the car was soon whirling northwards to the opposite end of the city. They went through miles and miles of streets lined with small houses.