It was not far from the hotel where the Bobbseys were staying to the
Capitol, and soon Bert and Nan, with their father, were standing in
front of the beautiful structure, with its long flight of broad steps
leading up to the main floor.
"It's just like the picture in my geography!" exclaimed Nan, as she
stood looking at it.
"But the picture in your book isn't lighted up," objected Bert.
"Well, no," admitted Nan.
"The lights have not been in place very long," explained Mr. Bobbsey.
"Very likely the picture in Nan's book was made before some one thought
of putting search lamps on the dome."
"Could we go inside?" Bert wanted to know. "I'd like to see where the
President lives."
"He doesn't live in the Capitol," explained Nan. "He lives in the White
House; doesn't he Daddy? Our history class had to learn that."
"Yes, the White House is the home of the President," said Mr. Bobbsey.
"But we could go inside the Capitol for a few minutes I guess. The
senators and congressmen are having a night session."
"What for?" asked Nan. "Do they have to work at night?"
"Sometimes."
"They don't work," declared Bert.
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