it to the checking-desk, and left it there. Then I took a car to the family hotel that Father had told me to go to. Father said he wanted me to learn to find places, instead of taking a cab everywhere. I didn't order my luggage sent, because I wasn't sure whether they could put me up at that hotel, and if not, I'd have to try another.
"During the morning I called up a friend of Father's, as I had promised to, and in the evening he came over, and said he would take me down to see the Congressional Library, and we could attend to the luggage at the same time.
"We went to the station first, and at the baggage room, I handed in my checks and gave the man the address, and told him that the type-writer was at the checking-desk.
"He shoved the check back to me. 'We can't take that up, Miss,' he said.
"I was glad he called me 'Miss.' In Columbus they had called me 'lady.'
"'It's in a sole-leather travelling-case,' I said, as if that settled the question.
"'Can't help it, Miss,' which of course he couldn't.
"'And you can't deliver it?'
