The carpet was
almost as thick and green as the moss in the woods, and how Bert ever
saw the tiny pin I don't know. But he had very sharp eyes.
"What are you going to do with it?" asked his father.
"Just keep it," the boy answered. "Maybe it's a pin the President's wife
once used in her clothes."
"Oh, you think it's a souvenir!" laughed Mrs. Bobbsey, as Bert stuck the
pin in the edge of his coat. And for a long time he kept that common,
ordinary pin, and he used to show it to his boy friends, and tell them
where he found it.
"The White House President's pin," he used to call it.
"And now," said Mr. Bobbsey, as they came from the White House, "I think
we'll have time to see the Monument before lunch."
"That's good!" exclaimed Nan. "And shall we go up inside it?"
"I think so," her father replied.
Washington Monument, as a good many of you know, is not a solid shaft of
stone. It is built of great granite blocks, as a building is built, and
is, in fact, a building, for it has several little rooms in the base;
rooms where men can stay who watch the big pointed shaft of stone, and
other rooms where are kept the engines that run the elevator.
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