They all laughed heartily at this sally. Mr. Carlton turned to the newspaper man:
"You see," he said, "we have two young gentlemen with us already."
"Yes," was the retort, "but, unfortunately, they have no votes."
"They will have some day," commented the Congressman soberly, "and I hope they will exercise that power for the good of the country."
By this time the car had reached the Treasury Department and was going around the massive pile of granite which houses the officials and the employees who look after the finances of the nation. Mr. Carlton and his friends alighted at the next corner and walked the remainder of the distance to their destination. They passed the White House, the modest looking dwelling which is the home of the President of the United States. Barry looked at it curiously.
"What do you think of it?" asked Mr. Conway.
Barry hesitated.
"Come out with it," insisted the journalist.
"Well," said the boy reluctantly, "it doesn't look much."