Happy Days

Nan Bobbsey was so surprised by what Bert said that she stood still in the street and looked at her brother.  Then she looked at the precious package he was carrying.

“Bert Bobbsey!” she exclaimed, “these must be the same as Miss Pompret’s!  Why they have the blue lion on, and the circle of gold, and the letters ‘J.  W.’ and—­and everything!”

“Yes, I saw that, too,” agreed Bert.  “But still they might not be the same dishes.”

“Oh, dear!” sighed Nan.  “And we paid all that money, too!”

“Oh, I guess they must be the same,” put in Nell.  “Anyhow, you can take ’em to the hotel and ask your mother.”

“Yes, mother might know,” agreed Nan.

“And if she says those dishes aren’t the ones you want, why we can take ’em back and the man will give us our money,” said Billy.

“Oh, he’d never do that!” declared Bert.

“Well, we can ask him,” went on the Washington lad.

“Maybe the dishes are Miss Pompret’s, after all,” said Bert.  “I was just s’posin’.  And if they aren’t, why we can give ’em to Dinah for souvenirs.  I was going to get her something anyhow.”

“But they cost a lot of money,” objected Nan.

“Well, Dinah is awful good to us,” said Bert.  “And she’d like these dishes if they aren’t Miss Pompret’s.”

“But I do hope they are,” sighed Nan.  “Think of a whole hundred dollars!”

“It would scare me to get all that money,” said Nell.  “Oh, I do hope they are the right sugar bowl and pitcher!”

Back to the hotel hurried the Bobbsey twins.  Flossie and Freddie, happy with their toys—­the doll and the whistles—­did not care much one way or the other about the dishes and the reward.  But Bert and Nan were very much excited.

“Well, you’ve been gone rather a long time buying souvenirs,” said Mrs. Bobbsey, when the twins and the Martin children came in.

“And oh, Mother, we’ve had the most wonderful time!” burst out Nan.  “We’ve found Miss Pompret’s missing china dishes—­the two she has wanted so long—­the ones the tramp took and she’s going to give a reward of a hundred dollars for, you know—­and—­and—­”

“Yes, and I know you’re excited!” exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey.  “Now cool down and tell me all about it.”

“And here are the dishes,” added Bert, as he set the precious bundle down on the table.  “Look at ’em, Mother, and see if they are the ones like Miss Pompret’s set.  You saw her dishes, didn’t you?”

“Yes, but I am not sure I would know them again.”

“I owe Billy fifteen cents,” went on Bert, as he unwrapped the dishes.  “We didn’t have money enough.  The man wanted two dollars, but Billy got him down to a dollar and thirty-four cents.”

“Billy is quite a little bargainer,” said Mrs. Bobbsey, with a smile.  “And now to look at the dishes.”

She carefully examined the sugar bowl and cream pitcher.  There was no doubt about the blue lion in the circle of gold being stamped on the bottom of each piece.  There were also the initials “J.  W.” which might stand for Jonathan Waredon, the man who made such rare china.