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Bobbsey, having been out on lumber business, came home, he, too, said he thought the pieces belonged to Miss Pompret's set of rare china. "But there is only one sure way to tell," the twins' father said. "Miss Pompret must see them herself." The few remaining days the Bobbsey twins spent in Washington were filled with good times.
"Why Bert Bobbsey!" cried Nan, "you couldn't find Miss Pompret's things here in a store like this. They only sell new china, and hers would be secondhand!" "I know it," admitted Bert. "But there might be a sugar bowl and pitcher just like hers here, even if they were new." "Oh, no!" exclaimed Nan. "There couldn't be any dishes like Miss Pompret's.
"If we had the hundred dollars we could buy lots of things in Washington." "Don't count on it," advised Mrs. Bobbsey. "You will probably never see or hear of Miss Pompret's missing china. But I'm glad Bert overturned the sugar bowl and not the milk pitcher searching for the lion mark." "Oh, I wouldn't upset the milk'" exclaimed Bert with a laugh. "I knew the sugar wouldn't hurt the tablecloth."
Good china, too! Very valuable, but they is all I have left. I sells 'em cheap." Bert took the sugar bowl and looked closely at it, while Nan took the pitcher. The children felt sure these were the same pieces that would fill out Miss Pompret's set.
"Look at the mark on the bottom," whispered Nan to Bert, as the storekeeper hurried to the other side of the room to rescue a pile of chairs which Freddie seemed bent on pulling down. "Is the blue lion there?" "Yes," answered Bert, "it is." "And the letters 'J. W.?" "Yes," Bert replied. "But, somehow, it doesn't look like the one on Miss Pompret's plates."
Hers is much finer and thinner." "But this has got a lion on the bottom, and it's in a circle just like the lion on Miss Pompret's dishes!" said Bert, as he passed the bowl to his father. "Are the letters there the letters 'J.W.?" Nan asked eagerly. "I don't see them," said Bert. "But the lion is there. Maybe the letters rubbed off, or maybe the tramp scratched 'em off." "No, Bert," and Mr.
Those are Miss Pompret's missing dishes that she told us she'd give a hundred dollars to get back! And oh, Bert! we've got to go in there and buy that sugar bowl and cream pitcher, and we can take 'em back to Miss Pompret at Lakeport, and she'll give us a hundred dollars, and and " But Nan was so excited and out of breath that she could not say another word.
Miss Pompret's dining room was one in which it seemed every one had to sit up straight, and in which every chair had to be in just the right place, where the table legs must keep very straight, too, and where not even a corner of a rug dared to be turned up.
"Rare china," muttered Nan, half under her breath. "What tramp is that, and what about Miss Pompret's dishes?" asked Daddy Bobbsey, as he took his cup of tea from Dinah. Then he had to hear the story of that afternoon's visit of Nan and Bert. "Oh, I guess Miss Pompret will never see her two china pieces again," said Mr. Bobbsey.
"He's found the tramp that took Miss Pompret's dishes," went on Bert, "and he's got them back daddy has and he's going to get the hundred dollars! That's it!" "Oh, I hardly think so," said Mrs. Bobbsey, with a smile. "I don't believe daddy has caught any tramp." "They do sometimes sleep in the lumberyard," remarked Bert. "Yes, I know," agreed his mother.
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