Music teacher indeed! She would have given a good deal to hear the conversation of the uncle and nephew when the party broke up.
The General and young Barnes made their farewells at the railway station, and took their way on foot to their hotel.

Washington was steeped in sunset.

The White House, as they passed it, glowed amid its quiet trees.

Lafayette Square, with its fountains and statues, its white and pink magnolias, its strolling, chatting crowd, the fronts of the houses, the long vistas of tree-lined avenues, the street cars, the houses, the motors, all the openings and distances of the beautiful, leisurely place--they saw them rosily transfigured under a departing sun, which throughout the day had been weaving the quick spells of a southern spring.
"Jolly weather!" said Roger, looking about him.

"And a very nice afternoon.