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Updated: May 27, 2025
Miss Pompret looked from the children to their father, then to the china in the closet and next at the check in her white, thin hand. "Very well," said the old lady. "Since you wish it, I'll give the hundred dollars to the Red Cross; and very glad I am to do it, Mr. Bobbsey. I would gladly have paid even more to get back my sugar bowl and pitcher."
I inquired if any boys in the neighborhood might have slipped in and taken them for a joke, but I never found them. To this day," went on Miss Pompret, "I have never again set eyes on my cream pitcher and sugar bowl. They disappeared as completely and suddenly as though they had fallen down a hole in the earth. The tramp may have taken them; but what would he do with just two pieces?
"I'll give you the fifteen cents as soon as we get back to the hotel, Billy," said Bert. "Oh, that's all right," his chum answered. "I'm in no hurry. Do you think we paid too much for the dishes?" "Oh, no!" exclaimed Nan. "I'd have given the two dollars if I'd had it. Why, Miss Pompret will give us a hundred dollars for these two pieces." "That's fifty dollars apiece!" exclaimed Nell.
"And these are my greatest treasure," said Miss Pompret. "I am very proud of them. They have been in my family over a hundred years. But there is a sad story about it a very sad story about the old Pompret china." And the lady's face clouded. "Did somebody break it?" asked Bert. Once he had broken a plate of which his mother was very proud, and he remembered how sad she felt.
"Flossie and Freddie are lots littler than we are." "But we're big enough to take the letter to the post-office for you, Miss Pompret," said Bert. He had often heard his father and mother speak of this neighbor, and the kindnesses she had done. "Are you sure you are big enough to go to the post-office for me?" asked Miss Pompret. "We often go for daddy and mother," said Nan.
Miss Pompret handed over the letter, which was in a large envelope. Nan and Bert were soon at the post-office with it. The white-haired lady was waiting for them on the porch as they came back along the street. "Won't you come in, just for a minute?" she asked, smiling kindly at them. "My maid has just baked a chocolate cake, and I don't believe your mother would mind if you each had a piece."
"You must be careful, my boy. You can't handle nice china as you can your baseball or your football," said Miss Pompret, with a smile. "Well, I guess they couldn't treat dishes like baseballs and footballs!" cried Nan. "Just think of throwing a sugar bowl up into the air or hitting it with a bat, or kicking a teapot all around the lots!" "That certainly wouldn't be very nice," said Miss Pompret.
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