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The Bobbsey Twins
in Washington

BY LAURA LEE HOPE

AUTHOR OF "THE BOBBSEY TWINS," "THE BUNNY
BROWN SERIES," "THE OUTDOOR GIRLS
SERIES," ETC.

ILLUSTRATED



BOOKS BY LAURA LEE HOPE

12mo. Cloth. Illustrated.

THE BOBBSEY TWINS SERIES
THE BOBBSEY TWINS
THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN THE COUNTRY
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT THE SEASHORE
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SCHOOL
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SNOW LODGE
THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON A HOUSEBOAT
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT MEADOW BROOK
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT HOME
THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN A GREAT CITY
THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON BLUEBERRY ISLAND
THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON THE DEEP BLUE SEA
THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN WASHINGTON
THE BUNNY BROWN SERIES
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE ON GRANDPA'S FARM
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE PLAYING CIRCUS
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE AT AUNT LU'S CITY HOME
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE AT CAMP REST-A-WHILE
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE IN THE BIG WOODS
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE ON AN AUTO TOUR
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE AND THEIR SHETLAND PONY
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE GIVING A SHOW
THE OUTDOOR GIRLS SERIES
THE OUTDOOR GIRLS OF DEEPDALE
THE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT RAINBOW LAKE
THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN A MOTOR CAR
THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN A WINTER CAMP
THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN FLORIDA
THE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT OCEAN VIEW
THE OUTDOOR GIRLS ON PINE ISLAND
THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN ARMY SERVICE
THE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT HOSTESS HOUSE




CONTENTS

I     UNDER THE HAY
II    DIGGING OUT
III   THE WASHINGTON CHILDREN
IV    MISS POMPRET'S CHINA
V     "WHAT A LOT OF MONEY!"
VI    WONDERFUL NEWS
VII   ON A TRIP
VIII  IN NEW YORK
IX    WASHINGTON AT LAST
X     LOST
XI    THE PRESIDENT
XII   WASHINGTON MONUMENT
XIII  A STRAY CAT
XIV   STRAY CHILDREN
XV    "WHERE ARE THEY?"
XVI   THE FIRE BELL
XVII  FREDDIE'S REAL ALARM
XVIII THE ORIENTAL CHILDREN
XIX   "OH LOOK!"
XX    A GREAT BARGAIN
XXI   JUST SUPPOSE
XXII  HAPPY DAYS




CHAPTER I

UNDER THE HAY

"This is 'most as much fun as we had on Blueberry Island, or when we
went to Florida on the deep, blue sea, isn't it, Bert?" asked Nan
Bobbsey, as she sat on the porch and fanned herself with her hat. She
and her brother had been running around the house, playing a new game,
and Nan was warm.

"Yes, it's fun all right," agreed Bert. "But I liked the deep, blue sea
better--or even Blueberry Island," and off came his hat to cool his
flushed face, for, though it was late in September, the day was warm.

"But we couldn't stay on the island, always," went on Nan. "We have to
go to school, daddy says!"

"Don't speak about it!" begged Bert. "I don't want to go to school for a
long, long time, and not then!"

"Have we got to go to school?" asked a little light-haired and blue-eyed
girl, as she ran up the steps, to sink in a heap at the feet of her
sister, Nan Bobbsey. "When do we go?" she went on.

"Oh, not right away, 'little fat fairy!'" laughed Nan, giving Flossie
the name her father sometimes called her. "School won't open for two
weeks more."

"Hurray!" cried Bert. "The longer it stays closed the better I like it.
But come on, Nan! Let's have some more fun. This isn't like Blueberry
Island, sitting still on a porch!"

"You haven't sat still more than three minutes, Bert Bobbsey!" cried his
sister. "I can hardly get my breath, you made me run so fast!"

Just then a little boy, who had the same sort of blue eyes and golden
hair that made Flossie such a pretty little girl, came tumbling up the
steps with a clatter and a bang, falling down at Bert's feet. The older
boy caught his small brother just in time, or there might have been a
bumped nose.

"Hi there, Freddie, what's the matter?" asked Bert, with a laugh. "Is
our dog Snap chasing you, or have you been playing a trick on our cat
Snoop?"

"I--I--I'm a--a fireman!" panted Freddie. for he, too, was out of breath
from running. "I'm a fireman, and I--I've got to get the engine. There's
a big, big fire!" and his eyes opened wide and round.

"A big fire--really?" asked Nan quickly.

"Course not! He's only making believe!" replied Bert.

"Well, I thought maybe he might have seen some boys start a bonfire
somewhere," explained Nan. "They sometimes do."

"I know they do," admitted Bert. "And I hope they don't start one near
daddy's lumberyard."

"There was a fire down in the lumber once!" exclaimed Freddie. He was
too young to have seen it, but he had heard his father and mother talk
about the time Mr. Bobbsey's lumberyard was nearly burned out. Freddie
Bobbsey was very fond of a toy fire engine he had been given for
Christmas, and his father often called Freddie a "little fireman," just
as Flossie was named a "fairy."

"Well, if it's only a make-believe fire we can sit here and cool off,"
went on Nan. "What were you doing, Flossie?" she asked her little
sister.

"Oh, I was having a race with our cat Snoop; but I guess I beat, 'cause
Snoop didn't get here to the porch before I did."

"Yes, you won the race all right," laughed Bert. "But it's too hot for
any more running games. I wish we were back on the island where we found
that boy, Jack Nelson, and could play we were sailors and could splash
in the water."

"That would be fun!" sighed Nan, as she fanned herself harder than ever
with her hat.

The Bobbsey twins had, a few days before, returned to their home from a
vacation spent on a strange island off the coast of Florida. They had
gone there with Cousin Jasper Dent to rescue a boy who had been left in
a lonely cave, and very many strange adventures the Bobbsey twins and
their father and mother, to say nothing of Cousin Jasper, had had on
that voyage.

Now the simple games they tried to get up around the house, and the
thought of having to go back to school soon, made them feel a bit
lonesome for the deep, blue sea, over which they had made a voyage to
rescue the boy, Jack Nelson, and also for Blueberry Island, where once
they spent a vacation.

"I know what we can do!" cried Nan, after a rest.

"What?" asked Bert, always ready to join Nan in any fun she thought of.
"What can we do?"

"Go out to the barn and play that's a ship like the one we went on to
Florida. It'll be cooler in the barn than it is here, anyhow."

"That's so," admitted Bert. "And oh! I know how we can have packs of
fun!"

"How?" This time it was Nan who eagerly asked.

"Why we can swing on some of the ropes that are in the haymow. I guess
the ropes are there to tie things up on in the winter. But we can swing
on 'em now, and make believe we're sailors, just as we did when we found
that boy in the cave where we went with Cousin Jasper."

"Oh, so we can!" cried Nan. "Come on!"

"I'll be a fireman on the ship!" declared fat Freddie, as he got slowly
to his feet from the floor where he had been sitting near Bert. I'll be
a fireman and squirt water."

"Not real--only make believe" cried Bert. "Water spoils hay, you know,
Freddie. You can't splash any water on daddy's hay in the barn."

"No, I'll only make believe," agreed the light-haired little boy. "Come
on Flossie!" he called to his sister, who had slipped down off the porch
to run after a big black cat that marched along with his tail in the
air, "like a fishing pole," Bert said. "Come on, Flossie!" called
Freddie. "We'll go out to the barn and play ship and sailors, and I'll
be a fireman and you can be----"

"I'm going to be hungry, and have something good to eat! That's what
I'll be," declared Flossie quickly. "I'm going to be AWFUL hungry!"

"Oh dear!" exclaimed Nan, but she was laughing. "That's always the way.
Those two want to do something different."

"Well, we can all make believe we're hungry," said Bert. "And maybe
Dinah will give us some cookies to eat."

"There she goes now. I'll ask her!" offered Nan, as she saw the
Bobbsey's fat and good-natured colored cook cross the lawn with a small
basket of clothes to hang up. "We'll have a little play-party out in the
barn."

"But I'm going to be real hungry--not make believe!" said Freddie. "I
want to eat real."

"And so you can!" declared Nan. "I'll get enough for all of us."

A little later the Bobbsey twins--the two pairs of them--were on the way
to the barn that stood a little way back of the house. Mr. Bobbsey did
not live on a farm. He lived in a town, but his place was large enough
to have a barn on it as well as a house. He kept a horse, and sometimes
a cow, but just now there was no cow in the stable--only a horse.

And the horse was not there, either, just then, for it was being used to
pull a wagon about the streets of Lakeport. Mr. Bobbsey had an
automobile, but he also kept the horse, and this animal was sometimes
used by the clerks from the lumber office.

So out to the barn, which had in it the winter supply of hay and oats
for the horse, went the Bobbsey twins. Nan and Bert, being older,
reached the place first, each one carrying some sugar and molasses
cookies Dinah had given them. After Nan and Bert ran Flossie and
Freddie, each one looking anxiously at the packages of cookies,

"Don't those cookies look good?" cried Flossie.

"And I guess they'll eat just as good as they look," was Freddie's
comment.

Just then Nan's foot slipped on a small stone, and she came very near
falling down.

"Oh!" cried Flossie and Freddie together.

"Don't drop your cookies, Nan!" came quickly from Bert.

"Oh, if you dropped 'em they'd get all dirty," said Flossie.

"They wouldn't get very dirty," answered Freddie hopefully. "Anyway, we
could brush 'em off. They'd be good enough to eat, wouldn't they?" and
he looked at Bert.

"I guess they wouldn't get very dirty," answered Bert. "Anyway, Nan
didn't drop them. But you'd better be careful, Nan," he went on.

"Don't be so scared, Bert Bobbsey," answered his sister. "I won't drop
them."

In a minute more the Bobbsey twins were at the barn where the sugar and
molasses cookies Dinah had given them were put in a safe place.

"There are the ropes!" exclaimed Bert, as he pointed to some dangling
from a beam near the haymow.

"They're too high to climb!" Nan said, for some of the ropes were fast
to the rafters of the barn.

"Oh, we won't climb 'em!" Bert quickly returned, for he knew his mother
would never allow this. "We'll just swing on 'em, low down near this
pile of hay, so if we fall we can't hurt ourselves."

"I want to swing on a rope, too!" exclaimed Freddie, as he heard what
his older brother and sister were talking of. "I like to be a sailor and
swing on a rope."

"Not now, Freddie," answered Bert. "The ropes are too high for you and
Flossie. You just play around on the barn floor, and you can watch Nan
and me swing. Then we'll play steamboat, maybe."

"I want to be the steam, and go puff-puff!" cried Freddie.

"And I want to be the captain and say 'All aboard!'" was Flossie's wish.

"You can take turns," agreed Bert. "Now don't get in our way, Flossie
and Freddie. Nan and I want to see how big a swing we can take by
holding to the ropes."

"All right. I'll go and see if I can find any eggs," replied Freddie.
"Hens lay eggs in the barn."

"Well, if you find a nest don't step in it and break all the eggs,"
warned Nan.

She and Bert, as Flossie and Freddie went marching around the big barn,
climbed up on the pile of hay, and began swinging on the ropes. To and
fro swung the older Bobbsey twins.

"Isn't this better than Blueberry Island?" asked Nan.

"Well no, it isn't any better," said Bert; "but it's just as good. Look,
I'm going to let go and drop on the hay."

"Be careful and don't hurt yourself!" begged Nan, as she swung to and
fro, her feet raised from the hay beneath her, while Bert, also, swayed
slowly to and fro.

"Oh, I'll be careful!" Bert promised. "Anyhow, the hay is nice and soft
to fall in. I'll make believe I'm a man in the circus, falling from the
top of the tent."

He swung a little farther to and fro, and then suddenly cried:

"Here I go!"

"Oh!" screamed Nan, but, really, nothing happened to harm Bert. He just
dropped into the pile of soft hay.

"Come on, Nan! You try it! Lots of fun!" laughed Bert as he scrambled up
and made for his rope again.

Nan said "no" at first, but when Bert had swung once more and again
dropped into the hay, she took her turn. Into the hay she plunged, and
sank down to her shoulders in the soft, dried grass.

"Come on--let's do it some more!" laughed Bert. Then he and his older
sister had lots of fun swinging on the ropes and dropping into a pile of
hay.

"I wonder what Flossie and Freddie are doing," said Bert, after they had
had about an hour of this fun. "I haven't seen them for a long while."

"Maybe they found a hen's nest and took the eggs to the house," said
Nan. "They'd do that."

"Yes, if they found one," agreed Bert. "Well, we'll see where they are
after I take another swing. And I'm going to take a big one."

"So will I!" decided Nan. "Oh, it's just as nice as Blueberry Island or
on the deep, blue sea, isn't it, Bert?"

"It is when we play this way--yes. But just watch me."

"Here come Flossie and Freddie now!" exclaimed Nan, as she glanced at
her older brother, who was taking a firm hold of the rope for his big
swing. The two smaller twins, at this moment, came into the barn through
the door that led to the cow stable.

"Where have you been?" asked Nan, as she watched Bert get ready for his
swing.

"Oh, we had fun," said Flossie.

"And I squirted water, out where the horse "drinks," added Freddie,

"I hope you didn't get wet!" exclaimed Nan. "If you did----"

"Well, I have on a dirty waist, so it won't hurt me any if I am wet,"
said Freddie calmly. "I want to swing like that, Bert," he added. "Give
me a swing!"

"After I've had my turn I'll give you and Flossie each one," promised
Nan. "Watch me, Bert!" she called.

Off the mow swung Nan, clinging to the swaying rope with both hands.

"Come on--let's both let go together and see who falls into the hay
first!" proposed Bert.

"All right!" agreed Nan.

"One, two, three!" cried Bert. "Ready! Let go!"

He and Nan let go of the ropes at the same time. Together they dropped
down to the hay--and then something happened! The two older Bobbsey
children jumped too near the edge of the mow, where the hay was piled in
a big roll, like a great feather bed bolster, over the top rail. And
Bert and Nan, in their drop, caused a big pile of hay--almost a
wagonload--to slip from the mow and down to the barn floor. And directly
underneath were Flossie and Freddie!

Down on the two little twins fell Bert and Nan and the big pile of dried
grass, and, in an instant, the two golden heads were buried out of sight
on the barn floor in a large heap of hay.



 CHAPTER II

DIGGING OUT

"Oh, Bert Bobbsey! look what you did," cried Nan.

She picked herself up from the barn floor, to which she had slid after
having come down with the pile of hay, with her brother, right where
Flossie and Freddie had been playing a moment before.

"Look what you did!" she cried again.

"I didn't do it any more than you did!" exclaimed Bert. "But where is
Flossie? And where's Freddie?" He looked around, not seeing the smaller
twins, and not having noticed exactly what had happened to them. "Where
are they, Nan?"

"Under the hay, and we've got to dig 'em out! I'll get the pitchfork.
That's what Sam does when he gets the hay to feed the horse. I can dig
out Flossie and Freddie!" cried Nan,

She started to run across the barn floor, but was stopped by a call from
Bert.

"Don't do that!" he said.

"What?" she asked.

"Don't get the pitchfork! It's sharp and might hurt Flossie and Freddie.
I'll pull the hay off with my hands. You go and tell mother or Dinah!
Somebody's got to help! There's 'most a whole load of hay on 'em I
guess!"

And indeed it was a large part of the pile of hay in the Bobbsey barn
that had slid from the mow when Bert jumped on it. And this hay now
covered from sight the "little fireman" and the "little fat fairy," as
Daddy Bobbsey called his two little twins.

"Yes, I'll go for Dinah!" cried Nan. "She knows how to dig under the
hay, I guess!"

"And I'll start digging now," added Bert, as he began tossing aside the
wisps of dried grass that covered his small brother and sister from
sight.

And while the rescue of Freddie and Flossie is being arranged for, I
will take this chance to tell my new readers something of the four
children, about whom I am going to write in this book.

There are other books ahead of this one, and the first is named after
the children. It is called "The Bobbsey Twins," and relates some of the
early adventures of Bert, Nan, Flossie and Freddie. Those are the names
of the twins, as you have already learned.

The Bobbsey family lived in an eastern city called Lakeport, at the head
of Lake Metoka. Mr. Bobbsey was in the lumber business and had an office
near his lumberyard, which was "down town" as the children called it.

Now I'll tell you just a little about the four children, their friends
and something about the other books, and then I'll get on with the
story, which I hope you will wish to read.

There were two sets of twins, you see. Bert and Nan were the older. They
each had dark brown hair, brown eyes and were rather tall for their age,
and not so very fat; though, of late, with all the good times they had
had in the country at Blueberry Island and on the deep, blue sea, the
older twins were getting stouter. "Fatter," Freddie called it.

Flossie and Freddie were just the opposite of Bert and Nan. The smaller
pair of twins were short and stout, and each had light hair, and blue
eyes that looked at you, sometimes, in the funniest way you can imagine.

Besides Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey there was Dinah, the fat, good-natured
colored cook, who knew how to make more kinds of cake than you could eat
in one day. And then there was Sam Johnson, her husband. Sam worked
about the Bobbsey house and barn, looked after the horse and sometimes
drove the automobile, though he said he liked a horse better. But the
Bobbsey family liked the automobile, so the horse was used down in the
lumberyard more often than to take Bert, Nan, Flossie and Freddie for a
ride.

The Bobbsey twins had many friends and relations, but I will not take up
your time, now, telling you about them. I must not forget, however, to
mention Snoop and Snap. Snoop was a fine, big cat, and he was named
"Snoop" because he always seemed to be "snooping" into everything, as
Dinah said. Snoop didn't do that to be bad, he just wanted to find out
about things. Once he wanted to find out what was inside an empty tin
can, and so he stuck his head in and he couldn't get it out until Bert
helped him.

Snap was the Bobbsey dog, and he wasn't called "Snap" because he would
snap at you. No indeed! It was because, when Bert put a cracker on his
dog's nose, the animal would "snap" it off with a jerk of his head and
eat it--eat the cracker I mean. That was one reason he was called
"Snap." But there were other reasons, too.

And so the Bobbsey twins lived in a fine house in a pleasant city and
they had lots of fun. Those of you who have read the other books know
that. They went to the country and to the seashore, to visit Uncle
William at the latter place, and Uncle Daniel Bobbsey in the former.

Of course the Bobbsey twins went to school, and there is a book telling
about them there, and the fun and adventures they had. Later on they
went to "Snow Lodge," and after an exciting winter, they spent part of
the summer on a houseboat.

When Bert, Nan, Flossie and Freddie went to Meadow Brook, which was the
country home of Uncle Daniel, the twins never expected very much to
happen. But it did, and they talked about it for a long time. Then they
came home to have more good times, and, later on, went to a great city.
I haven't space, here, to tell you all that happened. You must get the
book and read it for yourself.

After that they spent a summer on Blueberry Island, and there were
gypsies on the island. Some strange things happened, but the Bobbsey
twins enjoyed every hour of their stay, and did not want to come home.

But they had to, of course, and still more strange adventures awaited
them. Those you may read about in the book just before this. It is
called: "The Bobbsey Twins on the Deep, Blue Sea," and in it is related
how the family went on a voyage to an island off the coast of Florida,
to rescue a poor, sick boy who had been left there by mistake.

Now they were home once more.

It was almost time for school to open for the fall term, and the twins
were playing in the barn, making the most of the last days of their
vacation, when the accident happened about the hay, as I have told you.

"Flossie! Freddie! Are you under there?" called Bert, anxiously, as he
threw aside armful after armful of the dried grass. "Are you down there
under the hay?"

He paused a moment to listen for an answer, but none came. If Flossie
and Freddie were there, either they did not hear him or they were so
smothered by the hay that they could not answer.

"Oh, I hope nothing has happened to them!" exclaimed Bert, and he began
digging away faster than before.

Certainly it was a large pile of hay to have fallen on two little
children. But then the hay was soft, and Bert, himself, had often been
buried under a pile in the field. It had not hurt, but the dust had made
him sneeze.

Faster and faster Bert dug away at the hay. He heard feet pattering on
the barn floor back of him, and, turning, saw Snap, the big dog, come
running in.

"Oh, Snap!" cried Bert, "Flossie and Freddie are under the hay! Help me
dig 'em out!"

"Bow wow!" barked Snap, just as if he understood. Of course he didn't
really know what had happened, but he saw Bert digging away and Snap
himself knew enough to do that. Often enough he had dug up, with his
front paws, a bone he had buried in the hard ground. This digging in the
soft hay was easier than that.

So Snap began to paw aside the hay, just as Bert was doing, and while
boy and dog were doing this into the barn came fat Dinah, with Nan
running ahead of her.

"Whut's dish yeah has happened, Bert? Whut's all dish yeah I heah Nan
say?" demanded the black cook. "Whut you done gone an' done to yo' l'il
broth' an' sistah? De pooh l'il honey lambs!"

"I didn't do anything!" declared Bert. "I was swinging on a rope, over
the haymow, and so was Nan. And Flossie and Freddie were playing on the
barn floor under the mow. I fell on the hay and so did Nan, and a whole
lot of it slid down and fell on top of Flossie and Freddie and--and--now
they're down under there, I guess!"

"Good land ob massy!" exclaimed Dinah. "Dat suah is a lot to happen to
mah poor l'il lambkins! Where is you, Flossie? Where is you, Freddie?"
she cried.

There was no answer.

"Oh, Dinah! do get them out," begged Nan.

"I will, honey! I will!" exclaimed the colored woman.

"Shall I go to get Sam?" Nan wanted to know. "Mother isn't at home," she
added to Bert. "She went over to Mrs. Black's. Oh, maybe we can't ever
get Flossie and Freddie out!"

"Hush yo' talk laik dat!" cried Dinah. "Co'se we git 'em out! We kin do
it. No need to git Sam. Come on now, Bert an' Nan! Dig as fast as yo'
kin make yo' hands fly!"

Dinah bent over and began tossing aside the hay as Bert had been doing.
Nan also helped, and Snap--well he meant to help, but he got in the way
more than he did anything else, and Bert tried to send his dog out, but
Snap would not go.

Faster and faster worked Dinah, Nan and Bert, and soon the big pile of
hay, which had fallen on Flossie and Freddie grew smaller. It was being
stacked on another part of the floor.

"Maybe I'd better go and telephone to daddy!" suggested Nan, when the
hay pile had been made much smaller. "You don't see anything of them
yet, do you Dinah?" she asked anxiously.

"No, not yet, honey! But I soon will. We's 'most to de bottom ob de
heap. No use worritin' yo' pa. We'll git Freddie and Flossie out all
right!"

Bert was tossing aside the hay so fast that his arms seemed like the
spokes of a wheel going around. He felt that it was partly his fault
that the hay had fallen on his little brother and sister.

"Now we'll git 'em!" cried Dinah, after a bit. "I see de barn flo' in
one place. Come on out, chilluns!" she cried. "Come on out, Flossie an'
Freddie! We's dug de hay offen yo' now! Come on out!"

Indeed the hay pile was now so small at the place where it had slid from
the mow, that it would not have hidden Snap, to say nothing of covering
the two Bobbsey twins.

But something seemed to be wrong. There were no little fat legs or
chubby arms sticking out. The little Bobbsey twins were not in sight,
though nearly all the hay had been moved aside.

Bert, Nan and Dinah gazed at the few wisps remaining. Then, in a queer
voice Nan said:

"Why--why! They're not there!"



 CHAPTER II

THE WASHINGTON CHILDREN

THERE was no doubt of it. Flossie and Freddie were not under the pile of
hay that had fallen on them. The hay had all been cast aside now, so far
away from the place where it had fallen that it could not serve for a
hiding place. And Bert and Nan could see the bare floor of the barn.

"Where are they?" asked Bert, looking in surprise at Nan. "Where are
Flossie and Freddie?"

"Dat's whut I wants to know!" declared Dinah. "Where is dey? Has yo' all
been playin' a trick on ole Dinah?" and she looked sadly at Bert and
Nan.

"Playing a trick?" cried Nan.

"We didn't play any trick!" exclaimed Bert. "Flossie and Freddie were
down under that hay!"

"But they're not there now!" went on Nan.

"No," said Dinah, as she poked aside some of the wisps of hay with her
foot. "Dey isn't heah now, an' where is dey? Dat's whut I'se askin' yo'
all, Bert an' Nan? Where is dem two little lambkins?"

Bert looked at Nan and Nan looked at Bert. It was a puzzle. What had
become of Flossie and Freddie between the time they disappeared under
the sliding pile of hay and now, when it had been cleared away to
another part of the barn.

"I saw them playing on the floor," said Nan. "Then, when Bert and I let
go the ropes and jumped in the mow, a lot of hay came down all at once,
and then I--I didn't see Flossie and Freddie any more. They surely were
under the hay!"

"Yes," agreed Bert, "they were. But they aren't here now. Maybe they
fell down through the floor!" he added hopefully. "The cow stable is
under this part of the barn."

"Yes, but there isn't any hole in the barn floor here," said Nan. "And
the cracks aren't big enough for Flossie and Freddie to slip through."

"No, dey didn't go t'rough de flo', dat's suah!" exclaimed Dinah. "It's
mighty queer! I guess yo' all had best go call Sam," she went on to Nan.
"Mebby he know something 'bout dish yeah barn dat I don't know. Go git
Sam an'--"

Just then there came a joyous shout from the big barn doors behind Nan,
Bert and Dinah.

"Here we are! Here we are! Oh, we fooled you! We fooled you!" cried two
childish voices, and there stood the missing Flossie and Freddie, hay in
their fluffy, golden hair, hay hanging down over their blue eyes, and
hay stuck over their clothes.

"Here we are!" cried Freddie. "Did you was lookin' for us?"

"I should say we did was!" cried Bert, laughing, now, at Freddie's queer
way of speaking, for, though the little fireman usually spoke quite
properly, he sometimes went wrong.

"Where have you been?" asked Nan. "And how did you get out?"

"We crawled out from under the hay when it fell on us," explained
Flossie. "Then Freddie says let's play hide and coop and we climbed up
the little ladder and went up in the haymow and then we slid out of the
little window and got outside the barn and then we just hid an' waited
to see what you'd do." By this time Flossie was out of breath, having
said all this without pause.

"But you didn't come after us," said Freddie, "and so we came to see
where you were. And we fooled you, didn't we? We fooled you bad."

"I should say you did!" cried Bert. "We were digging the hay away. I
thought you'd be away down underneath."

"We were," went on Flossie. "But we wiggled out, an' you didn't see us
wiggle."

"No," agreed Nan, "we didn't see you. But, oh, I'm so glad you are all
right!" she cried, and she hugged Flossie in her arms. "You aren't hurt,
are you?"

"No, but I was tickled," said Flossie. "The hay did tickle me in my
nose, and I wanted to sneeze."

"But I wouldn't let her!" explained Freddie. "I held my hand over her
nose so she couldn't sneeze."

"I tried hard so I wouldn't," said Flossie, "and Freddie helped me. It
feels awful funny not to sneeze when you want to. It tickles!"

"And the hay tickled me," went on Freddie. "It's ticklin' me now.
There's some down my back," and he wiggled and twisted as he stood in
the middle of the barn floor. Snap, the big dog, put his head to one
side, and cocked up his ears, looking at the two smaller twins as if
asking what it was all about, and what the digging in the hay was all
for.

"Well, it's mighty lucky laik dat it wasn't no wuss!" exclaimed fat
Dinah, with a sigh of relief. "I suah was clean skairt out ob mah seben
senses when yo' come runnin' into mah kitchen, Nan, an' says as how
Flossie an' Freddie was buried under de hay!"

"And they were!" said Nan. "I saw the hay go down all over them."

"So did I!" added Bert.

"But we wiggled out and hid so we could fool you!" laughed Freddie.
"Didn't you see us crawl out?"

"No," answered Bert, "I didn't. If I had I wouldn't have dug so hard."

"Ouch! Something tickles me awful!" complained Freddie, twisting around
as though he wanted to work his way out of his clothes. "Maybe there's a
hay-bug down my back!" he went on.

"Good land of massy!" cried Dinah, catching him up in her arms. "Yo'
come right in de house wif me, honey lamb, an' ole Dinah'll undress yo'
an' git at de bug--if dey is one!"

"I guess we've had enough fun in the barn," said Nan. "I don't want to
play here any more."

"I guess we'll have to put back the hay we knocked down," said Bert.
That was one of the Bobbsey rules--to put things back the way they had
been at first, after their play was done.

"Yes, we must put the hay up in the mow again," agreed Nan. "Daddy
wouldn't like to have us leave it on the floor. I'll help you, Bert,
'cause I helped knock it down."

Dinah led the two younger twins off to the kitchen, with a promise of a
molasses cookie each and a further promise to Freddie that she would
take out of his clothes whatever it was tickling his back--a hay-bug or
some of the dried wisps of grass.

Bert and Nan had not long been working at stacking the hay back in place
before Sam came in. He had heard what had happened from Dinah, his wife,
and he said, most kindly:

"Run along an' play, Bert an' Nan! I'll put back de hay fo' yo' all.
'Tain't much, an' it won't take me long."

"Thank you, Sam!" said Bert. "It's more fun playing outdoors to-day than
stacking hay in a barn."

"Are you very sure you don't mind doing it, Sam?" asked Nan, for she
wanted to "play fair."

"Oh, I don't mind!" exclaimed the good-natured Sam. "Hop along!"

"Didn't you ever like to play outdoors, Sam?" questioned Bert, as he and
Nan started to leave the barn.

"Suah I did," answered Sam. "When I was a youngster like you I loved to
go fishin' and swimmin' in the ole hole down by the crick."

"Oh, Sam, did you like to swim?" went on the Bobbsey boy quickly.

"I suah did, Bert. Down in our pa'ts I was considered the bestes'
swimmer there."

"Some day I'm going to see you, Sam," declared Bert. "Maybe you could
teach me some new strokes."

"I doan know about that, Bert. You see, I ain't quite so limber as what
I used to be when I was your age or jest a little older. Now you jest
hop along, both of you, and enjoy yourselves."

So Nan and Bert went out to find some other way of having fun. They
wanted to have all the good times they could, as school would soon begin
again.

"But we'll have a vacation at Thanksgiving and Christmas and New
Year's," said Nan, as she and her brother talked it over.

"Thanksgiving's a long way off," said Bert, with a sigh.

The two children were walking along the side path toward the front yard
when suddenly Snap, their dog, gave a savage growl. It was the kind of
growl he never gave unless he happened to be angry, and Bert knew, right
away, something must be wrong.

"What is it, Snap? A tramp?" asked the boy, looking around. Often Snap
would growl this way at tramps who might happen to come into the yard.
Now there may be good tramps, as well as bad ones, but Snap never
stopped to find out which was which. He just growled, and if that didn't
scare away the tramp then Snap ran at him. And no tramp ever stood after
that. He just ran away.

But now neither Bert nor Nan could see any tramp, either in the yard or
in the street in front of the house. Snap, though, kept on growling deep
down in his throat, and then, suddenly, the children saw what the matter
was. A big dog was digging a hole under the fence to get into the
Bobbsey yard. The gate was closed, and though the dog might have jumped
the fence, he didn't. He was digging a hole underneath. And Snap saw
him. That's why Snap growled.

"Oh, Bert! Look!" cried Nan.

As she spoke the dog managed to get through the hole he had dug, and
into the Bobbsey yard he popped. But he did not stay there long. Before
he could run toward Bert and Nan, if, indeed, he had that notion, Snap
had leaped toward the unwelcome visitor.

Snap growled and barked in such a brave, bold way that the other dog
gave one long howl, and then back through the hole he wiggled his way,
faster than he had come in. But fast as he wiggled out, he was not quick
enough, for Snap nipped the end of the big dog's tail and there was
another howl.

"Good boy!" cried Bert to his dog, as Snap came back to him, wagging his
tail, having first made sure, however, that the strange dog was running
down the street. "Good, old Snap!"

And Snap wagged his tail harder than ever, for he liked to be told he
had been good and had done something worth while.

"I wonder what that dog wanted?" asked Nan.

"I don't know," answered Bert. "He was a strange one. But he didn't stay
long!"

"Not with our Snap around!" laughed Nan.

The two older Bobbsey twins were wondering what they could do next to
have a good time, when they heard their mother's voice calling to them
from the side porch. She had come back from a little visit to a lady
down the street, and had heard all about the accident to Flossie and
Freddie.

"Ho, Nan! Ho, Bert! I want you!" called Mrs. Bobbsey.

"I guess she's going to scold us for making the hay slide on Flossie and
Freddie," said Bert, rather anxiously.

"Well, we couldn't help it," replied his sister. "We didn't know it was
so slippery. Yes, Mother; we're coming!" she answered, as Mrs. Bobbsey
called again.

But, to the relief of Nan and Bert, their mother did not scold them. She
just said:

"You must be a little more careful when you're playing where Flossie and
Freddie are. They are younger than you, and don't so well know how to
look out for themselves. You must look out for them. But now I want you
to go down to daddy's office."

"What do you want us to do?" asked Nan.

"Here is a letter that he ought to have right away," went on Mrs.
Bobbsey. "It came to the house by mistake. It should have gone to
daddy's lumber office, but the postman left it while I was out, and
Dinah was out in the barn with you children, so she could not tell him
to carry it on down town. So I wish you'd take it to daddy. He has been
expecting it for some time. It's about some business, and I don't want
to open the letter and telephone what's in it. But if you two will just
run down with it--"

"Of course we will!" cried Bert. "It'll be fun!"

"And may we stay a little while?" asked Nan.

"Yes, if you don't bother daddy. Here is the letter."

A little later Nan and Bert were in their father's office. The clerks
knew the children and smiled at them, and the stenographer, who wrote
Mr. Bobbsey's letters on the clicking typewriter machine, took the twins
through her room into their father's private office.

As the door opened, Bert and Nan saw a strange man talking to Mr.
Bobbsey. But what interested them more than this was the sight of two
children--a boy and a girl about their own age--in their father's
private office. The boy and girl were sitting on chairs, looking at the
very same lumber books--those with pictures of big woods in them--that
Nan and Bert often looked at themselves.

Mr. Bobbsey glanced up as the door opened. He saw his two older twins,
and, smiling at them, said:

"Come in, Nan and Bert. I want you to meet these Washington children!"



 CHAPTER IV

MISS POMPRET'S CHINA

Bert and Nan looked at one another in some surprise as they stood in the
door of their father's private office. What did he mean by saying that
they were to come in and meet the "Washington children?" Who were the
"Washington children?"

Nan and Bert were soon to know, for their father spoke again.

"Come on in. These are two of my twins, Mr. Martin," he added to the
gentleman who was sitting near his desk. The two "Washington children,"
looked up from the lumber books they had been reading. No, I am wrong,
they had not been reading them--only looking at the pictures.

"Two of your twins?" repeated Mr. Martin, with a smile. "Do you mean to
say you have more twins at home?"

"Oh, yes, another set. Smaller than these. I wish you would see Flossie
and Freddie. Come here, Bert and Nan. This is my friend, Mr. Martin," he
continued, "and these are his children, Billy and Nell. They live in
Washington, D.C."

So that was what Mr. Bobbsey meant. At first, Nan said afterward, she
had a little notion that her father might have meant the boy and girl
were the children of General George Washington. But a moment's thought
told Nan that this could not be. General Washington's children,
supposing him to have had any, would have been grown up into old men and
women and would have passed away long ago. But Billy and Nell Martin
lived in Washington, District of Columbia (which is what the letters
D.C. stand for) and, Bert and Nan knew, Washington was the capital, or
chief city, of the United States.

"Mr. Martin came in to see me on business," explained Daddy Bobbsey. "He
is traveling for a lumber firm, and on this trip he brought his boy and
girl with him."

"They aren't twins, though," said Mr. Martin with a nod at Nan and Bert.

"I think it's lovely to be a twin!" said Nell, with a smile at Nan.
"Don't you have lots of fun?"

"Yes, we do," Nan said.

"I should think you could have fun in this lumberyard," remarked Billy
Martin. "I'd like to live near it."

"Yes, we play in it," said Bert; and now that the "ice had been broken,"
as the grown folks say, the four children began to feel better
acquainted.

"Did you come down for anything special?" asked Mr. Bobbsey of Bert.

"Yes, Daddy. Here's a letter mother gave us for you," the boy answered.

"Oh, this is the one I have been expecting," said Mr. Bobbsey to Mr.
Martin. "Now we can talk business. Bert and Nan, don't you want to take
Billy and Nell out in the yard and show them the lake? But don't fall
in, and don't climb on the lumber," he added.

"Oh, I'd love to look at the lake!" cried Nell.

"And I like to see big piles of lumber," said her brother Billy.

"The children will be all right," said Mr. Bobbsey, in answer to a look
from Mr. Martin. "My older twins often play about the lumberyard, and
they'll see that Billy and Nell come to no harm."

So while the two men talked over lumber matters, Bert and Nan showed
Billy and Nell the sights of their father's lumberyard, and took the
Washington children down to Lake Metoka, where the blue waters sparkled
in the sun.

"Oh, this is lovely!" exclaimed Nell. "It's nicer than Washington!"

"Don't you have a lake there?" asked Bert.

"No; but we have the Potomac River," answered Billy. "That's nice, but
not as nice as this lake. Now let's go and look at the big piles of
lumber."

"Yes, let's," echoed Nell.

The children tossed some chips into the lake, pretending they were
boats, and then they walked around the yard to where long boards and
planks were stacked into great piles, waiting to be taken away on boats
or wagons.

Bert asked one of the workmen if they could play with some of the
boards, and, receiving permission to do so, they had fun making
something they called a house, and then on a see-saw.

"Oh, I always did love to see-saw!" said the little girl from
Washington. "We don't get much of a chance to play that way where I come
from."

"We have see-saw rides lots of times down here," answered Nan.

"Well, that's Because your father owns a lumberyard, and you can get
plenty of boards to use for a see-saw," said Henry.

For an hour or more Bert and Nan entertained the Washington children in
the lumberyard, and then, as it was getting close to dinner time, Nan
told Bert they had better go back to their father's office.

They found Mr. Martin about to leave. And then Mr. Bobbsey thought of
something.

"Look here, Henry!" he exclaimed to his friend, "there's no need of your
going back to that hotel. Come out to the house--you and the children--
and have dinner with me. I want you and your boy and girl to meet
Flossie and Freddie, and I want you to meet Mrs. Bobbsey."

"Well, I'd like to," said Mr. Martin slowly, while the eyes of Nell and
Billy glowed in delight. "But, perhaps it might bother your wife."

"Oh, no!" laughed Mr. Bobbsey. "She likes company. I'll telephone out
that we're coming, and Dinah, that's our cook, will be delighted to get
up something extra. They'll be glad to see you. Come out to the house,
all of you, and make me a nice visit. Can't you stay a day or so?"

Eagerly Nan and Bert waited for the answer, for they liked the
Washington children very much.

"Oh, no, we can't stay later than this evening," said Mr. Martin. "I've
got other business to look after. But I'll come out to dinner with you."

"Oh, we'll have lots of fun!" whispered Nan to Nell. "You'll just love
Flossie--she's so cute!"

"I'll show you my dog Snap," said Bert to Billy. "You ought to have seen
him scare a strange dog just before we came down here."

"I like dogs," said Billy. "We could have one in Washington if we had a
barn to keep him in."

"We've got a barn," went on Bert. "You ought to have seen what happened
there this morning to Flossie and Freddie," and then he told about the
little twins having been hidden under the hay.

Mr. Bobbsey's automobile was in the lumberyard, and in this the trip was
quickly made to the home of the four twins, after Mrs. Bobbsey had been
told, by telephone, that company was coming

Nell and Billy were glad to see Flossie and Freddie, and the six
children had fun playing around the house and barn with Snoop and Snap.

Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey wanted Mr. Martin to stay two or three days with
his children, but the Washington lumberman said it could not be done
this time.

"I'm on a business trip," he said, "and I can't spend as much time in
visiting and pleasure as I'd like, though I am trying to give Billy and
Nell a good time. This is the first time I have ever taken them on a
trip with me."

"And we've had such a lovely time!" exclaimed Nell.

"Packs of fun!" added her brother.

"I'm sorry we can't stay longer," went on Mr. Martin. "You folk must
come to Washington some day."

"Yes, I expect to," said Mr. Bobbsey. "I've been counting on going there
some day on some business matters."

"Well, when you come be sure to bring the children," said the father of
Nell and Billy. "I think they would enjoy seeing the White House, the
big Capitol building, the Congressional Library, Washington's home at
Mt. Vernon and places like that."

"Could we see the Washington Monument?" asked Nan. She remembered
looking at a picture of that in her geography.

"Oh, yes, I'd show you that, too," said Mr. Martin.

"And could we see the Potomac River?" Bert wanted to know.

"Surely!" laughed Billy's father. "I'll show you all the sights of
Washington if you'll come and pay me a visit--all you Bobbsey twins!" he
added.

"I wish we could go!" sighed Nan.

"Perhaps you can," said her father.

"Have you got any hay in Wash'ton?" asked Freddie, suddenly, and every
one else laughed except himself and Flossie.

"Oh, I guess I could find enough hay for you and your little sister to
hide under," answered Mr. Martin with a laugh, for he had heard the
story of what had happened in the barn.

A little later Mr. Martin and his boy and girl had to leave. They said
"good-bye," and while the father of the Washington children again asked
Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey to come to visit him at his home, Nell and Billy
whispered to Nan and Bert:

"Be sure and come, and bring Flossie and Freddie with you!"

"We will!" promised Nan, but neither she nor Bert guessed what a queer
little adventure they were soon to have in Washington.

A few days later school opened, and the Bobbsey twins had to go back to
their class-rooms. At first they did not like it, after the long, joyous
vacation on the deep, blue sea, but their teachers were kind, and
finally the twins began to feel that, after all, school was not such a
bad place.

Thanksgiving Day came, bringing a little vacation period, and after
church in the morning, the Bobbsey twins went home to eat roast turkey
and cranberry sauce. Then they went out to play with some of their boy
and girl friends, having lots of fun in the barn and yard.

"But don't slide any more hay down on Flossie and Freddie!" begged Mrs.
Bobbsey.

"We won't!" promised Bert and Nan, and they kept their word.

It was about a week after Thanksgiving, and Bert and Nan were on their
way home from school one day, when, as they passed a red brick house on
the street next to theirs, they saw, standing on the porch, a pleasant-
faced, elderly lady who was looking up and down the avenue.

"That's Miss Pompret," said Nan to Bert. "I heard mother say she was
very rich."

"Is she?" asked Bert. "She looks kind of funny."

"That's 'cause she isn't married," returned Nan. "Some folks call her an
old maid, but I don't think she's very old, even if her hair is white.
Her face looks nice."

"Yes, but she looks kind of worried now," said Bert. "That's the way
mother looks when she's worried."

They were in front of the house now, and could see Miss Pompret quite
plainly. Certainly the elderly lady did look as though something
troubled her.

"Good afternoon, Miss Pompret!" called Nan, as she was about to pass by.
Bert took off his cap and bowed.

"Oh, you're half of the Bobbsey twins, aren't you?" asked Miss Pompret,
with a smile. "I often see you go past. I only wish you were a little
bigger."

"Bigger? Why?" asked Bert, in some surprise.

"Why, then," explained Miss Pompret, "you might take this letter to the
post-office for me. It's very important, and I want it to go out on this
mail, but I can't go to the post-office myself. If you Bobbsey twins
were bigger I should ask you to take it. Tell me, is the other set of
twins larger than you two?"

"No'm; they're smaller," explained Nan. "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.

"Well, then, if you think your mother wouldn't mind, I would like, very
much, to have you go," said Miss Pompret. "The letter is very important,
but I can not take it myself, as I have company, and I have no one, just
now, who can leave. I thought I might see some large boy on the street,
but--"

"I'm big enough!" exclaimed Bert.

"Yes, I believe you are!" agreed the elderly lady, looking at him
through her glasses. "Well, I shall be very thankful to you and your
sister if you will mail the letter for me. And, on your way back, stop
and let me know that you dropped it in the post-office all right."

"We will!" promised Bert, and Nan nodded her head in agreement with him.
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."

"Oh, no'm--she wouldn't mind at all!" said Bert quickly.

"We like chocolate cake," said Nan, "but we didn't go to the post-office
for that!"

"Bless your heart, child, I know you didn't!" laughed their new friend.
"Please come in!"

The chocolate cake was all Bert and Nan hoped it would be, and besides
that Miss Pompret set out on the table for them each a glass of milk.
They looked around the beautiful but old-fashioned room, noting the dark
mahogany furniture, the cut glass on the side-board, and, over in one
corner, a glass cupboard, through the clear doors of which could be seen
some china dishes.

Miss Pompret saw Nan looking at this set of china, and the elderly lady
smiled as she said:

"Isn't it beautiful?"

"Yes," said Nan, softly. "I love pretty dishes."

"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.

"No, my china wasn't broken," said Miss Pompret. "In fact, there is a
sort of mystery about it."

"Oh, please tell me!" begged Nan. "I like nice dishes and I like
stories."

She and Bert looked at the closet of choice china dishes. Children
though they were, they could see that the plates, cups, saucers and
other dishes were not like the kind set on their table every day.

What could Miss Pompret mean about a "mystery" connected with her set of
china?



 CHAPTER V

"WHAT A LOT OF MONEY!"

Bert and Nan sat up very straight on the chairs in Miss Pompret's dining
room, and looked first at her and then at the china closet with its
shiny, glass doors. Miss Pompret sat up very straight, too, in her
chair, and she, also, looked first from Nan and Bert to the wonderful
china, which seemed made partly of egg shells, so fine it was and
pretty.

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. In fact it was a very
straight, old-fashioned but very beautiful dining room, and Miss Pompret
herself was an old-fashioned but beautiful lady.

"Now if you will sit very still, and not move, I'll bring out some
pieces of my china set and show them to you," said Miss Pompret. "You
were so kind as to take the letter to the post-office for me when I
could not go myself, that I feel I ought to reward you to some way."

"The chocolate cake was enough," said Nan.

"Yes, it was awful good!" sighed Bert.

"Mother told you not to say 'awful,'" interposed Ben's sister.

"Oh, well, I mean it was terribly nice!" exclaimed the boy.

"I'm glad you liked it," went on Miss Pompret with a smile. "But I must
not keep you too long, or your mother will be wondering what has become
of you. But I thought you, Nan, would be interested in seeing beautiful
china. You'll have a home of your own, some day, and nothing is nicer in
a nice home than beautiful dishes."

"I know that!" cried Nan. "My mamma has some very beautiful dishes, and
once in a great while she lets me look them over. Sometimes, too, we
have them on the table--when it's some special occasion like a birthday
or visitors."

"I don't much like to see the real nice dishes on a table," remarked
Bert. "I'm always afraid that I'll break one of them, and then I know my
mother would feel pretty bad over it."

"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.

She went over to the closet, unlocked the glass doors, and set some of
the rare pieces out on the lace cover of the dining room table. Bert and
Nan saw that Miss Pompret handled each piece as though it might be
crushed, even in her delicate hands, which were almost as white and thin
as a piece of china.

"This is the wonderful Pompret tableware," went on the old lady. "It has
been in my family over a hundred years. My great-grandfather had it, and
now it has come to me. I have had it a number of years, and I think more
of it than anything else I have. Of course, if I had any little children
I would care for them more than for these dishes," went on Miss Pompret.
"But I'm a lonely old lady, and you neighborhood children are the only
ones I have," and she smiled rather wistfully at Nan and Bert.

Carefully dish after dish was taken from the closet and set out for the
Bobbsey twins to look at. They did not venture to so much as touch one.
The china seemed too easily broken for that.

"I should think you'd have to be very careful when you washed those
dishes," remarked Nan, as she saw how light glowed through the side of
one of the thin cups.

"Oh, I am," answered Miss Pompret. "No one ever washes this set but me.
My maid is very careful, but I would not allow her to touch a single
piece. I don't use it very often. Only when some old and dear friends
come to see me is the Pompret china used. And then I am sorry to say, I
can not use the whole set."

"Why not?" asked Bert. "Are you afraid they'll break it?"

"Oh no," and Miss Pompret smiled. "I'm not afraid of that. But you see I
haven't the whole set, so I can't show it all. One of the sorrows of my
life is that part of my beautiful set of china is missing."

"There's a lot of it, though," added Bert, as he saw a number of shelves
covered with the rare plates, cups and saucers.

"Yes, but the sugar bowl and cream pitcher are missing," went on Miss
Pompret, with a shake of her white head. "They were beautiful. But,
alas! they are missing." And she sighed deeply.

"Where are they?" asked Nan.

"Ah, that's the mystery I am going to tell you about," said Miss
Pompret. "It isn't a very big story, and I won't keep you long. It isn't
often I get a chance to tell it, so you must forgive an old lady for
keeping you from your play," and again she smiled, in rather a sad
fashion, at Nan and Bert.

"Oh, we like it here!" exclaimed Nan quickly.

"It's lots of fun!" added Bert. "I like to hear about a mystery."

"Well," began Miss Pompret, "as I told you, this set of china has been
in our family over a hundred years. It was made in England, and each
piece has the mark of the man who made it. See, this is what I mean."

She turned over one of the cups and showed the Bobbsey twins where, on
the bottom, there was the stamp, in blue, of some animal in a circle of
gold.

"That is the mark of the Waredon factory, where this china was made,"
went on Miss Pompret. "Only china made by Mr. Waredon can have this mark
on it."

"It looks like our dog Snap," said Bert.

"Oh, no!" laughed Miss Pompret. "That is supposed to be the British
lion. Mr. Waredon took that as a trade-mark, and at the top of the
golden circle, with the blue lion inside, you can see the letter 'J'
while at the bottom is the letter 'W.' They stand for the name Jonathan
Waredon, in whose English factory the china was made. Each piece has
this mark on it, and no other make of china in the world can be
rightfully marked like that.

"Well, now about the mystery. Some years ago, before you children were
born, I lived in another city. I had the china set there with me, and
then it was complete. I had the cream pitcher and the sugar bowl. One
day a ragged man came to the house. He was very ragged and poor. I
suppose you would call him a tramp.

"The cook I then had felt sorry for him, and let him come into the
kitchen to have something to eat. As it happened, part of my rare china
set was on a table in the same room. I was getting ready to wash it
myself, as I would let no one else touch it.

"Well, when I came out to wash my beautiful dishes the sugar bowl and
cream pitcher of the set were gone. They had been on the table when the
tramp was eating the lunch the cook gave him, but now they could not be
found. The cook and I looked all over for them--we searched the house,
in fact, but never found them."

"Who took them?" asked Bert, eagerly.

"Well, my dear boy, I have never found out. The cook always said the
tramp put the sugar bowl and cream pitcher in his pocket when her back
was turned to get him a cup of coffee. At any rate, when he was gone the
two pieces were gone also, and while I do not want to think badly of any
one, I have come to believe that the tramp took my rare dishes."

"Didn't you ever see him again?" asked Nan.

"No, my dear, never, as far as I know."

"And did you never find the dishes?" Bert wanted to know.

"Never. I advertised for them. 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? They were too frail for him to use. A man like that would want
heavy dishes. Perhaps he knew how valuable they were and perhaps he
intended asking a reward for bringing them back. But I never heard from
him.

"So that is why my rare set of Pompret china is not complete. The two
pieces are missing and I would give a hundred dollars this minute if I
could get them back!"

"A--a hundred dollars!" exclaimed Bert.

"Yes, my boy. If some one would get me that sugar bowl and pitcher, with
the mark of the lion in a golden circle, and the initials 'J' at the top
and 'W' at the bottom, I would willingly pay one hundred dollars," said
Miss Pompret.

"A--a whole hundred dollars!" gasped Bert. "What a lot of money!"



 CHAPTER VI

WONDERFUL NEWS

Miss Alicia Pompret began putting back in the glass-doored closet the
pieces of rare china that had the blue lion in a circle of gold and the
initials "J.W." on the bottom of each piece. Nan and Bert watched her,
and saw how carefully her white hands took up each plate and cup.

"A hundred dollars!" murmured Bert again. "I'd like to have all that
money. I'd buy--er--I'd buy a goat!"

"A goat!" exclaimed Miss Pompret.

"Yes," went on Bert. "Freddie nearly thought one once, when we went to
the big city, but mother wouldn't let him keep it. Now we're back home;
and if I had a hundred dollars I'd buy a goat."

"Well, if you can find my sugar bowl and pitcher I'll be glad to pay you
a hundred dollars," said Miss Pompret with a smile at Bert. "But I don't
know that I'd like a goat," she added.

"Do you really mean you'd pay a hundred dollars for two china dishes?"
asked Nan, her eyes big with wonder.

"Yes, my dear," said Miss Pompret. "Of course if they were just two
ordinary dishes, such as these," and she pointed to some on a side
table, "they would not be worth a hundred dollars. But I need just those
two pieces--the pitcher and sugar bowl--to make my rare set of china
complete again. So if you children should happen to come across them,
bring them to me and I'll pay you a hundred dollars. But, of course,"
she added, "they must be the pieces that match my set--they must have
the lion mark on the underside. However," she concluded with a sigh, "I
don't suppose you'll ever find them. The tramp must have broken them
many long years ago. I'll never see them again."

"Did you know the tramp's name?" asked Bert.

"Bless you, of course not!" laughed Miss Pompret. "Tramps hardly ever
tell their names, and when they do, they don't give the right one. No,
I'm sure I'll never see my beautiful dishes again. Sometimes I dream
that I shall, and I am disappointed when I awaken. But now I mustn't
keep you children any longer. I've told you my little mystery story, and
I hope you liked it."

"Yes, we did, very much," answered Nan "Only it's too bad!"

"You aren't sure the tramp took the dishes, are you?" asked Bert.

"No; and that is where the mystery comes in," said Miss Pompret.
"Perhaps he didn't, and, maybe, in some unexpected way, I'll find them
again. I hope I do, or that some one does, and I'll pay the hundred
dollars to whoever does."

"My, that's a lot of money!" murmured Bert again, when he and Nan were
once more on their way home, having said good-bye to Miss Pompret. "I
wish we could find those dishes."

"So do I," agreed Nan. "But don't call 'em dishes, Bert."

"What are they?" her brother wanted to know.

"Why, they're rare china. When I grow up I'm going to have a set just
like Miss Pompret's."

"With the dog on the bottom?"

"Tisn't a DOG, it's a LION!" exclaimed Nan.

"Well, it looks like our dog Snap," declared Bert.

They ran on home to find their mother out at the gate looking up and
down the street for them.

"Are you children just getting home from school?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey.
"Were you kept in for doing something wrong?"

"Oh, no'm!" exclaimed Nan. "We went to see Miss Pompret."

"And she's going to give us a hundred dollars if we find two of her
dishes!" exclaimed Bert.

"My! What's all this?" asked his mother, laughing.

"'Tisn't dishes! It's rare china," said Nan, and then, between them, she
and Bert told the story of the little favor they had done for Miss
Pompret, and how she had invited them in, given them cake and milk, and
told them the mystery story.

"Well, you had quite a visit," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "Miss Pompret is a
dear lady, rather queer, perhaps, but very kind and a good neighbor. I
am glad you did her a favor. I have heard, before, about her china, and
knew she had some other rare and old-fashioned things in her house. I
have been there once or twice. Now I want you to go to the store for me.
Sam is away and Dinah needs some things for supper."

"I want to go to the store, too!" exclaimed Freddie, who came around the
corner of the house just then, with his face and hands covered with mud.

"Oh, my dear child! what have you been doing?" cried his mother.

"Oh, just makin' pies," answered Freddie, rubbing one cheek with a grimy
hand. "I made the pies and Flossie put 'em in the oven to bake. We made
an oven out of some bricks. But we didn't really eat the pies," he
added, "'cause they were only mud."

"You look as though you had tried to eat them," laughed Nan. "Come,
Freddie, I'll wash you clean."

"No, I want to go to the store!" he cried.

"So do I!" chimed in the voice of Flossie, as she, too, marched around
the corner of the house, dirtier, if possible, than her little twin
brother. "If Freddie goes to the store, I want to go with him!" Flossie
cried.

"All right," answered Bert. "You go and wash Flossie and Freddie, Nan,
and I'll get the express wagon and we'll pull them to the store with us.
Then we can put the groceries in the wagon and bring them back that
way."

"That will be nice," put in Mrs. Bobbsey. "I'll go and see just what
Dinah wants. Run along with Nan, Flossie and Freddie, and let her wash
you nice and clean."

This just suited the smaller twins, and soon they were being made, by
Nan's use of soap and water in the bath room, to look a little less like
mud pies. While Bert got out the express wagon, Snap, the big dog, saw
his little master, and jumped about, barking in joy.

"I don't care if that is a lion on the back of Miss Pompret's dishes,"
murmured Bert, as he put a piece of carpet in the wagon for Flossie and
Freddie to sit on, "it looks just like you, Snap. And I wonder if I
could ever find that milk pitcher and sugar bowl and get that hundred
dollars. I don't guess I could, but I'd like to awful much. No, I
mustn't say 'awful,' but I'd like to a terrible lot. A hundred dollars
is a pack of money!"

Down the street Nan and Bert pulled Flossie and Freddie in the little
express wagon, with Snap running on ahead and barking in delight. This
was the best part of the day for him--when the children came home from
school. Flossie and Freddie came first, and then Nan and Bert, and then
the fun started.

"Now don't run too fast!" exclaimed Flossie, as the express wagon began
to bounce over the uneven sidewalk.

"Oh, yes, let's go real fast!" cried Freddie. "Let's go as fast as the
fire engines go."

"We can't run as fast as that, Freddie," declared Nan, who was almost
out of breath. "We'll just run regular."

And then she and Bert pulled the younger twins around for a little ride
in the express wagon before they did the errand on which they had been
sent.

"I had a letter from Mr. Martin to-day," said Mr. Bobbsey at the supper
table that evening. "He asked to be remembered to you," he said to Mrs.
Bobbsey. "And Billy and Nell sent their love to you children."

"They got safely back to Washington, did they?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey.

"Yes," her husband answered. "And they said they had had a very nice
visit here. They are anxious to have us come to Washington to see them."

"Can we go?" asked Nan.

"Well, perhaps, some day," said her father.

"I'd like to go now," murmured Bert. "Maybe we might see that tramp in
Washington, and get back Miss Pompret's dishes."

"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. "If the tramp took them he must have sold them, if he
didn't smash them. So don't think of that hundred dollars, Bert and
Nan."

"But couldn't we go to Washington, anyhow?" Bert wanted to know.

"Well, not right away, I'm afraid," his father answered. "You have to go
to school, you know."

But a few days after that something happened. About eleven o'clock in
the morning Bert, Nan, Flossie and Freddie came trooping home. Into the
house they burst with shouts of laughter.

"What's the matter? What is it? Has anything happened?" cried Mrs.
Bobbsey. "Why are you home from school at such a time of day?"

"There isn't any school," explained Nan.

"No school?" questioned her mother.

"And there won't be any for a month, I guess!" added Bert. "Hurray!"

"What do you mean?" asked his surprised mother. "No school for a month?"

"No, Mother," added Nan "The steam boiler is broken and they can't heat
our room. It got so cold the teacher sent us home."

"An' we came home, too'" added Flossie. "We couldn't stay in our school
'cause our fingers were so cold!"

"Was any one hurt when the boiler burst?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey.

"No," Bert said. "It didn't exactly burst very hard, I guess."

But Mrs. Bobbsey wanted to know just what the trouble was, so she called
up the principal of the school on the telephone, and from him learned
that the heating boiler of the school had broken, not exactly burst, and
that it could no longer heat the rooms.

"It will probably be a month before we can get a new boiler, and until
then there will be no more school," he said. "The children will have
another vacation."

"A vacation so near Christmas," murmured Mrs. Bobbsey. "I wonder what I
can do with my twins?"

Just then the telephone rang, and Mrs. Bobbsey listened. It was Mr.
Bobbsey telephoning. He had heard of some accident at the school, and he
called up his house, from the lumberyard, to make sure his little fat
fairy and fireman, as well as Nan and Bert, were all right.

"Yes, they're home safe," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "But there will be no
school for a month."

"Good!" exclaimed Daddy Bobbsey. "That will just suit me and the
children, too. I'll be home in a little while, and I have some wonderful
news for them!"

"Oh, I wonder what it can be!" exclaimed Nan, when her mother told her
what Daddy Bobbsey had said.



 CHAPTER VII

ON A TRIP

The Bobbsey twins could hardly wait for their daddy to come home after
their mother had told them what he said over the telephone.

"Tell me again, Mother, just what he told you!" begged Nan.

"Well, he said he was just as glad as you children were, that there was
to be no more school for a month," answered Mrs. Bobbsey. "Though, of
course, he was sorry that the steam boiler had broken. And then he said
he had some wonderful news to tell us all."

"Oh, I know what it is!" cried Bert.

"What?" asked Nan.

"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. "But, even if daddy had caught a
tramp, it would hardly be the same man who took Miss Pompret's rare
pieces of china--the pitcher and sugar bowl. And if it had been anything
like that, daddy would have told me over the telephone."

"But what could the wonderful news be?" asked Nan.

"Something too long to talk about until he gets home, I think," answered
Mother Bobbsey. "Have patience, daddy will soon be here!"

But of course the Bobbsey twins could not be patient any more than you
could if you expected something unusual. They looked at the clock, they
ran to the door several times to look down the street to see if their
father was coming, and, at last, when Nan had said for about the tenth
time: "I wonder what it is!" a step sounded on the front porch.

"There's daddy now!" cried Bert.

Eight feet rushed to the front door, and Mr. Bobbsey was almost
overwhelmed by the four twins leaping at him at once.

"What is it?" cried Bert.

"Tell us the wonderful news!" begged Nan.

"Have you got another dog for us?" Flossie wanted to know.

"Did you bring me a new toy fire engine?" cried Freddie.

"Maybe it's a goat!" exclaimed Flossie.

"Now wait a minute! Wait a minute!" laughed Mr. Bobbsey, as he kissed
each one in turn. "Sit down and I'll tell you all about it."

He led them into the library, and sat down on a couch, taking Flossie
and Freddie up on his knees, while Bert and Nan sat close on either
side.

"Now first let me hear all about what happened at school to-day," said
Mr. Bobbsey, who had come home to dinner.

"Oh, no!" laughed Nan. "We want to hear the wonderful news first!"

"Oh, all right!" laughed her father. "Well, then, how would you all like
to go off on a trip?"

"A trip?" cried Bert. "A real trip? To Florida?"

"Well, hardly there again so soon," replied his father.

"Do you mean a trip to some city?" asked Nan. "In a steamboat?" cried
Freddie. "I want to go on a boat!"

"Yes, I think perhaps we can go on a boat," said Mr. Bobbsey.

"And in a train, too!" exclaimed Flossie. "I want to go on a train!"

"And I suppose, if we take this trip, we'll have to go on a train,
also," and Mr. Bobbsey looked over the heads of the children and smiled
at his wife who stood in the doorway.

"But you haven't told us yet where we are going," objected Nan.

"Is it to New York?" Bert wanted to know.

"Part of it is," his father replied.

"Oh, is it two trips?" Nan asked.

"Well, not exactly," answered Mr. Bobbsey. "You might say it has two
parts to it, like a puzzle. The first part is to go on a trip to New
York, and from there we'll go on a trip to--I'll let you see if you can
guess. Come on, Bert, your turn first."

"To Uncle William's!" guessed Bert.

"No," answered his father. "Your turn, Nan."

"To Uncle Daniel's at Meadow Brook."

"No," and her father smiled at her.

"I know!" cried Freddie. "We're goin' on the houseboat."

"Wrong!" said Mr. Bobbsey. "Now what does my little fat fairy have to
say?"

"Are we going swimming?" asked Flossie, who loved to splash in the
water.

"Hardly!" laughed Daddy Bobbsey. "It's too cold. Well, none of you has
guessed right, so I'll tell you. We're going to Washington to visit the
Martin children who were here a while ago."

"Oh, to Washington!" cried Nan. "How nice!"

"And shall we see Billy and Nell?" Bert wanted to know.

"Yes," his father answered, "that's what we'll do. I had a letter from
Mr. Martin the other day, inviting us all to come to his house to pay
him a visit," he went on. "I didn't know just when I could go, but to-
day I got another letter from another man in Washington, saying he
wanted to see me about some lumber business. I may have to stay a week
or two, so I thought I would take the whole family with me, and make a
regular visit of it."

"Will you take us all?" asked Freddie.

"Yes."

"And Snap and Snoop an' an'--" began Flossie.

"Well, hardly the dog and the cat," explained her father. "Just mother,
you four twins and I will go to Washington."

"When can we start?" Nan asked.

"As soon as your mother can get you ready," replied Mr. Bobbsey.

"I'm ready now," announced Freddie.

"And shall we stop in New York?" Bert demanded.

"Yes, for a day or so. And now what do you think of my news?" asked Mr.
Bobbsey.

"It's just--wonderful!" cried Nan. "Oh, we'll have such fun with Nell
and Billy!"

"And I want to see if I can drop a ball off Washington Monument," added
Bert.

"Oh, you hadn't better try that," his father cautioned him. "You might
hit some one. Well, then, it's all settled, and we'll go on the trip.
How about it, Mother?" and he smiled at his wife.

"I think it will be very nice to go," she answered. "I like Mr. Martin
and his children very much, and I'm sure we'll like Mrs. Martin too.
It's fortunate that we can all go--that the children will not lose any
schooling. For if all the classes stop, and the school is closed, they
will all start evenly again when the boiler is fixed. So run along now,
my twins, and get ready for lunch. Daddy and I have lots to talk about."

And so did the Bobbsey twins, as you can easily imagine.

If I told you all the things that happened in the next few days there
would be but little else in this book except the story of getting ready
for the journey. And as the trip itself is what you want to hear about,
and especially what happened on it, I'll skip the getting ready and go
right on with the story.

Trunks and valises were packed, Dinah and Sam were told what to do while
the Bobbseys were away, and the children reminded the colored cook and
her husband to be sure to feed Snap and Snoop plenty of things the dog
and cat liked.

"Oh, I'll look after dem animiles all right, honey lamb!" said fat Dinah
to Freddie. "I won't let 'em starve!"

"And maybe I can get another dog in Washington," said Freddie.

"And maybe I can find a cat!" added Flossie.

"Fo' de land sakes! doan brung any mo' catses an' dogses around heah,"
begged Dinah.

At last everything was in readiness. Mr. Bobbsey had written to Mr.
Martin, telling of the coming of the Bobbsey twins to Washington, after
a short stay in New York. The children said good-bye to Dinah and Sam,
as well as to Snap and Snoop, and then one day they were taken to the
railroad station in the automobile.

"All aboard!" cried the conductor, as the Bobbseys scrambled into the
coach of the train that was to take them to New York. "All aboard!"

"Oh, isn't this fun?" cried Nan, as she settled herself in a seat with
Bert.

"Great!" he agreed. "I wonder what will happen before we get back."

And it was going to be something very odd, I can tell you that much.



 CHAPTER VIII

IN NEW YORK

The Bobbsey twins had been to so many places, and had so often ridden in
railroad trains, that this first part of their trip--journeying in the
steam cars--was nothing new to them. They were quite like old travelers;
at least Nan and Bert were. For Flossie and Freddie there was always
sure to be something new and strange on such a long railroad trip.

The two older twins had picked out a nice seat in the center of the car,
and were comfortably settled, Bert kindly letting Nan sit next to the
window.

"You may sit here after a while," Nan said to Bert. "We'll take turns."

"That will be nice," replied Bert.

But Flossie and Freddie were not so easily pleased. Each of the smaller
twins wanted to sit next to the window, and their father and mother knew
that soon the little snub noses would be pressed close against the
glass, and that the bright eyes would see everything that flashed by as
the tram speeded on.

But the trouble was that there were not enough seats for Flossie and
Freddie each to have one, and, for a moment, it looked as though there
would be a storm, Freddie slipped into the only whole vacant seat and
took his place next the window.

"Oh, I want to sit there!" cried Flossie. "Mother, make Freddie give me
that place! Please do!"

"No! I was first!" exclaimed the little boy, and this was true enough.

"I want to look out the window and see the cows!" went on Flossie, and
her voice sounded as though she might cry at any moment. "I want to see
the cows!"

"And I want to see the horses," declared Freddie. "If I'm going to be a
fireman I've got to look at horses, haven't I?" he asked his father.

"Cows are better than horses!" half-sobbed Flossie. "Mother, make
Freddie let me sit where I can look out!"

"Children! Children! This isn't at all nice!" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey.
"What shall I do?" she asked her husband in a low voice, for several of
the passengers were looking at Flossie and Freddie, whose voices were
rather loud.

"I'll let Flossie have my place," offered Nan. "I don't mind sitting in
the outside seat. Here, Flossie, come over here and sit with Bert, and
I'll sit with Freddie."

"Thank you, very much, Nan," said her mother in a low voice. "You are a
good girl. I'm sure I don't know what makes Flossie and Freddie act so.
They are usually pretty good on such a journey as this."

But Nan did not have to give up her place at the window, for a gentleman
in the seat across the aisle arose and said to Mr. Bobbsey with a smile:

"Let your little girl take my seat near the window. I'm going into the
smoking car, and I get off at the next station. I know how I liked to
sit near a window, where I could see the horses and cows, when I was a
little boy."

"Oh, thank you!" exclaimed Mr. Bobbsey. "That is very kind of you."

So the change was made. Flossie had a seat near one window, and Freddie
near another, and Mr. Bobbsey sat with his "little fireman," while Mrs.
Bobbsey took the other half of the seat with the "little fat fairy." Nan
and Bert were together, and so there was peace at last. On rushed the
train taking the Bobbsey twins to New York; and from there they were to
go to Washington, where a strange adventure awaited them.

Nothing very much happened during the first part of the journey. Of
course, Flossie and Freddie wanted many drinks of water, as they always
did, and for a time they kept Bert busy going to the end of the car to
fill the drinking cup. But as it was winter and the weather was not
warm, the little twins did not want quite as much water as they would
have wanted had the traveling been done on a hot day in summer. And at
last Flossie and Freddie seemed to have had enough. They sat looking out
of the window and speaking now and then of the many things they saw.

"I counted ten horses," announced Freddie after a while. "They were
mostly on the road. I didn't see many horses in the fields."

"No, not very many horses are put out to graze in the fields in the
winter, except perhaps on an extra warm day when there isn't any snow,"
said Mr. Bobbsey.

"And I saw two-sixteen cows!" exclaimed Flossie. "I saw them in a
barnyard. Two-sixteen cows."

"There aren't so many cows as that; is there, Daddy?" asked Freddie.

"Well, perhaps not quite," agreed Mr. Bobbsey with a smile. "But Flossie
saw a few cows, for I noticed them myself."

Then the smaller twins tried to count the telegraph poles and the trees
that flashed past, and soon this made them rather drowsy. Flossie leaned
back against her mother, and was soon sound asleep, while Freddie
cuddled up in Daddy Bobbsey's arms and, in a little while, he, also, was
in by-low land.

Bert and Nan took turns sitting next to the window, until the train boy
came through with some magazines, and then the older twins were each
allowed to buy one, and this kept them busy, looking at the pictures and
reading the stories.

It was a rather long trip from Lakeport to New York, and it was evening
when the train arrived in the big city. It was quite dark, and the
smaller twins, at least, were tired and sleepy. But they roused up when
they saw the crowds in the big station, and noticed the bright lights.

"I'm hungry, too!" exclaimed Freddie. "I want some supper. Oh, dear, I
wish Dinah was here!"

"So do I!" added Flossie. "I guess my cat Snoop is having a good supper
now."

"And I guess my dog Snap is, too!" went on Freddie. "Why can't we have
supper?" he asked of his father, and several of the passengers, hurrying
through the big station, turned to laugh at the chubby little fellow,
who spoke very loud.

"We'll soon have supper, little fireman," said Mr. Bobbsey. "We might
have eaten on the train, but I thought it best to wait until we reached
our hotel, where we shall stay all night."

"How long are we going to be in New York?" asked Nan.

"Two or three days," her father replied. "I have some business to look
after here. We may stay three days."

"That'll be fun!" exclaimed Bert. "There's a lot of things I want to
see, and we didn't have time when we were here before."

The twins had been in New York before, as those of you know who have
read the book called "The Bobbsey Twins In a Great City."

The hotel was soon reached, and, after being washed and freshened up in
the bathroom of their apartment, the Bobbsey twins and their father and
mother were ready to go down to supper. And not all the bright lights,
nor the music which played all during the meal, could stop Flossie and
Freddie from eating, nor Bert and Nan, either. The twins were very
hungry.

The next day Mrs. Bobbsey took Nan and Flossie shopping with her, while
Mr. Bobbsey took Bert and Freddie down town with him as the lumber
merchant had to see some men on business, and he knew the two boys could
wait in the different offices while he talked with his men friends.

"We will meet you in the Woolworth Building," said Mr. Bobbsey to his
wife. "You bring Flossie and Nan there, and after we go up in the high
tower we'll have lunch, and then go to the Bronx Park to see the
animals."

"Oh, that will be fun!" cried Freddie. "I want to see a bear--two
bears!"

"And I want to see ten--fifteen monkeys!" cried Flossie.

"Well, I hope you all get your wishes!" laughed Mother Bobbsey.

In one of the downtown offices where he had to stop to see a man, Mr.
Bobbsey was kept rather a long time talking business, and Freddie and
Bert got tired, or at least Freddie did. Bert was so interested in
looking out of the high window at the crowds in the streets below, that
he did not much care how long his father stayed. But Freddie wandered
about the outer office, looking at the typewriter which a pretty girl
was working so fast that, Bert said afterward, you could hardly see her
fingers fly over the keys. The girl was too busy to pay much attention
to what Freddie did until, all of a sudden, she looked down at the floor
and exclaimed:

"Oh, it's raining in here! Or else a water pipe has burst!" She pointed
to a little puddle of water that had formed under her desk, while
another stream was running over the office floor.

"Why, it isn't raining!" declared Bert, for the sun was shining outside.
"It can't be!"

"Then where did the water come from?" asked the girl.

"I--I guess I made it come!" confessed Freddie, walking out of a corner.
"I got a drink from the water tank, but now I can't shut off the handle,
and the water's comin' out as fast as anything!"

"Oh, my!" cried the girl, jumping up with a laugh, "I must shut it off
before we have a flood here!"

"Freddie! what made you do it?" asked Bert.

"I couldn't help being thirsty, could I?" asked the little boy. "And it
wasn't my fault the handle got stuck! I didn't know so much water would
come out!"

And I suppose it really wasn't his fault. The girl soon shut oft the
water at the faucet, and a janitor mopped up the puddle on the floor, so
that when Mr. Bobbsey came out with his friend from the inner office,
everything was all right again. And the business man only laughed when
he heard what Freddie had done.

"Now we'll go to the Woolworth Building," said Mr. Bobbsey to Freddie
and Bert, as they went out on Broadway. "I think mother and the girls
will be there waiting for us, as I stayed talking business longer than I
meant to."

And, surely enough, Mrs. Bobbsey, Nan, and Flossie were waiting in the
lobby of the big Woolworth Building when Mr. Bobbsey came up with the
two boys. This building is the tallest one in the world used for
business, and from the top of the golden tower one can look for miles
and miles, across New York Bay, up toward the Bronx, over to Brooklyn
and can see towns in New Jersey.

"We'll go up in the tower and have a view," said Mr. Bobbsey, "and then
we'll get lunch and go to the Bronx, where the animals are."

They entered one of the many elevators, with a number of other persons
who also wanted to go to the Woolworth tower, and, in a moment, the
sliding doors were closed.

"Oh!" suddenly exclaimed Nan.

And Flossie, Freddie and Bert all said the same thing, while Mrs.
Bobbsey clasped her husband's arm and looked rather queer.

"What's the matter?" asked her husband.

"Why, we're going up so fast!" exclaimed the children's mother. "It
makes me feel queer!"

"This is an express elevator," said Mr. Bobbsey. "There are so many
floors in this tall building that if an elevator went slowly, and
stopped at each one, it would take too long to get to the top. So they
have some express elevators, that start at the bottom floor, and don't
stop until they get to floor thirty, or some such number as that."

"Are there thirty floors to this building?" asked Bert, as the elevator
car, like a big cage in a tunnel standing on end, rushed up.

"Yes, and more," his father answered.

"I like to ride fast," said Freddie, "I wish we had an elevator like
this at home."

They had to take another, and smaller elevator, that did not go so fast,
to get to the very top of the tower, and from there the view was so
wonderful that it almost took away the breath of the Bobbsey twins.

"My, this is high up!" exclaimed Bert, as he looked over the edge of the
railing, and down at the people in the streets below, who seemed like
ants crawling around.

"Well, I guess we'd better be going now," said Mr. Bobbsey, after a bit.
"Come, children! Nan--Bert--Flossie--Why, where is Freddie?" he asked,
looking around.

"Isn't he here?" cried Mrs. Bobbsey, her face turning white.

"I don't see him," went on Mr. Bobbsey. "He must have gone inside." But
Freddie was not there, nor was he anywhere on the outside platform that
surrounded the topmost peak of the tall building.

"Oh, where is he? What has happened to Freddie?" cried his mother. "If
he has fallen! Freddie!"



 CHAPTER IX

WASHINGTON AT LAST

The startled cries of Mrs. Bobbsey alarmed a number of other women on
the tower platform, and some one asked:

"Did your little boy fall off?"

"I don't know what happened to him!" said Mrs. Bobbsey, who was now
almost crying. "He was here a moment ago, and now he's gone!"

"He couldn't have fallen off!" exclaimed Mr. Bobbsey. "Some one would
have seen him. I think he must have gone down by himself in the little
elevator. I'll ask the man."

The elevator, just then, was at the bottom of the tower, but it was soon
on its way up, and Mrs. Bobbsey fairly rushed at the man as he opened
the door.

"Where is my little boy? Oh, have you seen my little boy?" she cried.

"Well, I don't know, lady," answered the elevator man. "What sort of
little boy was he?"

"He has blue eyes and light hair and--"

"Let me explain," Mr. Bobbsey spoke quietly. "My little boy, Freddie,
was out on the tower platform with us looking at the view, a few minutes
ago, and now we can't find him. We thought perhaps he slipped in here by
himself and rode down with you."

"Well, he might have slipped into my elevator when I wasn't looking,"
answered the man. "I took two or three little boys down on the last
load, but I didn't notice any one in particular. Better get in and ride
to the ground floor. Maybe the superintendent or the head elevator man
can tell you better than I. Get in and ride down with me."

"Oh, yes, and please hurry!" begged Mrs. Bobbsey. "Oh, what can have
happened to Freddie?"

"I think you'll find him all right," said the elevator man. "No accident
has happened or I'd have heard of it."

"Yes; don't worry!" advised Mr. Bobbsey.

But Mrs. Bobbsey could not help worrying, and Nan, Bert and Flossie were
very much frightened. They were almost crying. Even though the Bobbseys
got in an express elevator after getting out of the small, slower one,
it could not go down fast enough to suit Freddie's mother. When the
ground floor was reached she was the first to rush out.

One look around the big corridor of the Woolworth Building showed Mrs.
Bobbsey that something had happened over near one of the elevators.
There was a crowd there, and, for a moment, she was very much
frightened. But the next second she saw Freddie himself, with a crowd of
men around him, and they were all laughing.

"Oh, Freddie! where did you go and what have you been doing?" cried his
frightened mother as she caught him up in her arms.

"I've been having rides in the elevator," announced the small boy. "And
it went as fast as anything! I rode up and down lots of times!"

"Yes, that's what he did," said the elevator man, with a laugh. "I
didn't pay much attention to him at first, but when I saw that he was
staying in my car trip after trip, I asked him at what floor he wanted
to get out. He said he didn't want to get out at all--that he liked me,
and liked to stay in and ride!"

And at this the crowd laughed again.

"And is that what you have been doing, Freddie--riding up and down in
the elevator?" asked Mr. Bobbsey.

"Yes, and I liked it!" exclaimed Freddie. "I wished Flossie was with
me."

"I'm here now!" said the "little fat fairy," laughing. "I can ride with
you now, Freddie."

"No! There has been enough of riding," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "And you gave
me a bad fright, Freddie. Why did you wander away?"

"'Cause I liked an elevator ride better than staying up so high where
the wind blew," explained the little fellow.

And when they asked him more about it he said he had just slipped away
from them while they were on the tower platform, gone back into the room
and ridden down in the elevator with the other passengers. No one
realized that Freddie was traveling all by himself, the elevator man
thinking the blue-eyed and golden-haired boy was with a lady who had two
other children by the hands.

Freddie rode to the ground floor, and then he just stayed in the express
elevator, riding up and down and having a great time, until the second
elevator man began to question him.

"Well, don't ever do it again," said Mr. Bobbsey, and Freddie promised
that he would not.

After this there was a lunch, and then they all went up to Bronx Park,
traveling in the subway, or the underground railway, which seems strange
to so many visitors to New York. But the Bobbsey twins had traveled that
way before, so they did not think it very odd.

"It's just like a big, long tunnel," said Bert, and so the subway is.

The Bronx Park is not such a nice place to visit in winter as it is in
summer, but the children enjoyed it, and they spent some time in the
elephant house, watching the big animals. There was also a hippopotamus
there, and oh! what a big mouth he had. The keeper went in between the
bars of the hippo's cage, with a pail full of bran mash, and cried:

"Open your mouth, boy!"

"Oh, look!" cried Bert.

And, as they looked, the hippopotamus opened his great, big red jaws as
wide as he could, and the man just turned the whole pail full of soft
bran into the hippo's mouth!

"Oh, what a big bite!" cried Freddie, and every one laughed.

"Does he always eat that way?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey of the keeper.

"Well, I generally feed him that way when there are visitors here," was
the answer. "The children like to see the big red mouth open wide. And
here's something else he does."

After the hippo, which is a short name for hippopotamus, had swallowed
the pail full of bran mash, the keeper took up a loaf of bread from a
box which seemed to have enough loaves in it for a small bakery, and
cried: "Open again, old fellow!"

Wide open went the big mouth, and right into it the man tossed a whole
loaf of bread. And the hippo closed his jaws and began chewing the whole
loaf of bread as though it were Only a single bite.

"Oh my!" cried Freddie and Flossie, and Freddie added: "If he came to a
party you'd have to make an awful lot of sandwiches!"

"I should say so!" laughed the keeper. "One sandwich would hardly fill
his hollow tooth, if he had one."

The children spent some little time in the Bronx Park, and enjoyed every
moment. They liked to watch the funny monkeys, and see the buffaloes,
which stayed outdoors even though it was quite cold.

The Bobbsey twins spent four days in New York, and every day was a
delight to them. They had many other little adventures, but none quite
so "scary" as the one where Freddie slipped away to ride in the
elevator.

Finally, Mr. Bobbsey's business was finished, and one evening he said:

"To-morrow we go to Washington."

"Hurray!" exclaimed Bert. "Then I can see Billy Martin."

"And I can see Nell. I like her very much," added Nan.

"And I'm going to see the big monument!" cried Freddie.

Early the next morning the Bobbsey family took a train at the big
Pennsylvania Station to go to Washington. Nothing very strange happened
on that trip except that a lady in the same car where the twins rode had
a beautiful little white dog, and Flossie and Freddie made friends with
it at once, and had lots of fun playing with the animal.

"Washington! Washington!" called the trainman, after a ride of about
five hours. "All out for Washington!"

"Here at last, and I am glad of it," sighed Mrs. Bobbsey. "I shall be
glad to have supper at the hotel and get to bed. I am tired!"

But the children did not seem to be tired. They had enjoyed every moment
of the trip. In an automobile they rode to their hotel, and soon were in
their rooms, for Mr. Bobbsey had engaged three with a nice bath. He had
decided it would be best to stay at a hotel rather than at the Martins'
house, because there were so many Bobbseys; but they expected to visit
their friends very often.

It was evening when the Bobbseys arrived in Washington, and too late to
go sight-seeing. But on the way to the hotel in the automobile they had
passed the Capitol, with the wonderful lights showing on the dome,
making it look as though it had taken a bath in moon-beams.

"Oh, it's just lovely here!" exclaimed Nan, with a happy little sigh as
they went down to supper, or "dinner" as it is generally called, even
though it is eaten at night.

"Scrumptious!" agreed Bert.

The Bobbsey family had a little table all to themselves at one side of
the room, and a waiter came up to serve them, Mr. Bobbsey giving the
order.

Nan and Bert and Flossie and Freddie looked about. It was not the first
time they had stopped at a big hotel, but there was always something new
and strange and interesting to be seen.

Bert, who had been gazing about the room, began to look at the dishes,
knives and forks the waiter was putting on the table. Suddenly the dark-
haired boy took hold of the sugar bowl and turned it over, spilling out
all the lumps.

"Why Bert! you shouldn't do that," exclaimed his father.

"I want to see what's on the bottom of this bowl," Bert said. "It looks
just like the one Miss Pompret lost, and if it's the same I'll get a
hundred dollars! Oh, look, it is the same! Nan, I've found her lost
sugar bowl!" cried Bert.



 CHAPTER X

LOST

Several persons, dining at different tables, looked over to the one
where the Bobbseys were. They smiled as they heard Bert's excited voice
and saw him with the empty, overturned sugar bowl in his hand.

"Yes, this is the very one Miss Pompret lost!" Bert went on. "If we can
only find the milk pitcher now we'll have both pieces and we can get the
reward. Look at the pitcher, Nan, and see if it's got the dog--I mean
the lion--on as this has."

"Don't dare turn over the milk!" cried Mrs. Bobbsey, as Nan reached for
the pitcher. "Spilling the sugar was bad enough. Bert, how could you?"

"But, Mother, that's the only way I could tell if it was Miss
Pompret's!" said the boy, while Flossie and Freddie looked curiously at
the heap of square lumps of sugar where Bert had emptied them in the
middle of the table.

"Let me see that bowl, Bert," said Mr. Bobbsey a bit sternly. "I think
you are making a big mistake. This isn't at all like the kind of china
Miss Pompret has. 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. Bobbsey shook his head, "this sugar bowl has a lion
marked on the bottom, it is true, but it isn't the same kind that is on
Miss Pompret's fine china. This tableware is made in Trenton, New
Jersey, and it is new--it isn't as old as that Miss Pompret showed you.
Now please pick up the sugar, and don't act so quickly again."

"Well, it looked just like her sugar bowl," said Bert, as he began
putting the square lumps back where they belonged. A smiling waiter saw
what had happened, and came up with a sort of silver shovel, finishing
what Bert had started to do.

"Wouldn't it have been great if we had really found her milk pitcher and
sugar bowl?" asked Nan. "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."

So that incident passed, much to the amusement of the other hotel
guests, and, really, no great harm was done, for the sugar was easily
put back in the bowl. Then dinner was served, and for a time the Bobbsey
twins did not talk very much. They were too busy with their knives,
forks and spoons.

Bert wanted to go out and take a look at the Capitol by night, to see
the searchlights that were arranged to cast their glow up on the dome
from the outside. Nan, also, said she would like to take a little walk,
and as Mrs. Bobbsey was tired she said she would stay in with Flossie
and Freddie.

So it was arranged, and Mr. Bobbsey took the two older children out of
the hotel. It was still early evening, and the streets were filled with
persons, some on foot, some in carriages, and many in automobiles.

It was not far from the hotel where the Bobbseys were staying to the
Capitol, and soon Bert and Nan, with their father, were standing in
front of the beautiful structure, with its long flight of broad steps
leading up to the main floor.

"It's just like the picture in my geography!" exclaimed Nan, as she
stood looking at it.

"But the picture in your book isn't lighted up," objected Bert.

"Well, no," admitted Nan.

"The lights have not been in place very long," explained Mr. Bobbsey.
"Very likely the picture in Nan's book was made before some one thought
of putting search lamps on the dome."

"Could we go inside?" Bert wanted to know. "I'd like to see where the
President lives."

"He doesn't live in the Capitol," explained Nan. "He lives in the White
House; doesn't he Daddy? Our history class had to learn that."

"Yes, the White House is the home of the President," said Mr. Bobbsey.
"But we could go inside the Capitol for a few minutes I guess. The
senators and congressmen are having a night session."

"What for?" asked Nan. "Do they have to work at night?"

"Sometimes."

"They don't work," declared Bert. "They just talk. I know, 'cause I
heard Mr. Perkins say so down in our post-office at home one day. He
said all the senators and congressmen did was talk and talk and talk!"

"Well, they do talk a lot!" laughed Bert's father. "But that is one of
the ways in which they work. Now we'll go inside for a little while."

In spite of the fact that it was night the Capitol was a busy place.
Later Mr. Bobbsey learned that the senators and congressmen were meeting
at night in order to finish a lot of work so they could the sooner end
the session--"adjourn," as it is called.

Bert and Nan walked around the tiled corridors. They saw men hurrying
here and there, messenger boys rushing to and fro, and many visitors
like themselves.

The children looked at the pictures and statues of the great men who had
had a part in the making of United States history, but, naturally, Nan
and Bert did not care very much for this.

"It isn't any fun!" exclaimed Bert. "Can't we go in and hear 'em talk
and talk and talk, like Mr. Perkins said they did?"

"We'll go in and hear the senators and congressmen debate, or talk, as
you call it, some other time," said Mr. Bobbsey. "We mustn't stay too
late now on account of having left mother and Freddie and Flossie at the
hotel. I think you've seen enough for the first evening."

So, after another little trip about the corridors, Bert and Nan followed
their father outside and down the flight of broad steps.

"Say, this would be a great place to slide down with a sled if there was
any ice or snow!" exclaimed Bert.

"They wouldn't let him, would they, Daddy?" asked Nan.

"Hardly," answered her father.

"Well, I can have fun some other way," Bert said. "I wish I could find
Miss Pompret's dishes and get the hundred dollars."

"So do I!" sighed Nan.

But their father shook his head and told them not to hope or think too
much about such a slim chance as that.

Flossie and Freddie were in bed and asleep when Mr. Bobbsey and Bert and
Nan reached the hotel again, and, after a little talk with their mother,
telling her what they had seen, the two older Bobbsey twins "turned in,"
as Bert called it, having used this expression when camping on Blueberry
Island, and taking the voyage on the deep, blue sea.

Because they were rather tired from their trip, none of the Bobbseys
arose very early the next morning.

"It's a real treat to me to be able to lie in bed one morning as long as
I like," said Mrs. Bobbsey, with a happy sigh as Flossie crept in with
her. "And I don't have to think whether or not Dinah will have breakfast
on time. I'm having as much fun out of this trip as the children are,"
she told her husband.

"I am glad you are, my dear," he said. "I'll be able to go around with
you a little to-day, but after that, for about a week, I shall be quite
busy with Mr. Martin. But Mrs. Martin and Nell and Billy will go around
with you ant the children."

"When are we going to see Billy and Nell?" asked Bert, at the breakfast
table.

"To-day," answered his father. "I telephoned Mr. Martin last night that
we had arrived, and they expect us to lunch there to-day. But first I
thought I'd take the children into the Congressional Library building.
It is very wonderful and beautiful."

And it certainly was, as the children saw a little later, when their
father led them up the broad steps. The library building was across a
sort of park, or plaza, from the Capitol.

"We will just look around a little here, and then go on to Mr.
Martin's," said Mr. Bobbsey. "It takes longer than an hour to see all
the beautiful and wonderful pictures and statues here."

Mrs. Bobbsey was very much interested in the library, but I can not say
as much for Flossie and Freddie, though Nan and Bert liked it. But the
two smaller Bobbsey twins were anxious to get outdoors and "go
somewhere."

"Well, we'll go now," said Mr. Bobbsey, when he and his wife had spent
some little lime admiring the decorations. "Come, Freddie. Where's
Flossie?" he asked, as he looked around and did not see his "little fat
fairy."'

"She was here a little while ago," replied Nan. "I saw her with
Freddie."

"Where did Flossie go, Freddie-boy?" asked his mother.

"Up there!" and the little chap pointed to a broad flight of stone
steps.

"Oh, she has wandered away," said Mrs. Bobbsey.

"I'll run up and get her!" offered Mr. Bobbsey. Up the stairs he
hurried, but he came back in a little while with a queer look on his
face. "I can't find her," he said.

"Oh, Flossie's lost!" cried Freddie. "Oh, maybe she falled down stairs
and got lost!"



 Chapter XI

The President

Really it was nothing new for one of the Bobbsey twins to become lost--
especially the younger set, Flossie and Freddie. Some years before, when
they were younger, it had often happened to Nan and Bert, but they were
now old enough, and large enough, to look after themselves pretty well.
But Flossie or Freddie, and sometimes both of them, were often missing,
especially when the family went to some new place where there were
strange objects to see, as was now the case in the Congressional
Library.

"Where do you suppose Flossie could have gone?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey, as
she glanced around the big rotunda in which they stood with some other
visitors who had come to the city of Washington.

"I'll have to ask some of the men who are in charge of this building,"
replied Daddy Bobbsey. "Are you sure you saw Flossie go up those stairs,
Freddie?" he asked the little fireman.

"Well, she maybe went up, or she maybe went down," answered the boy. "I
was lookin' at the pishures on the wall, and Flossie was by me. And
then--well, she wasn't by me," he added, as if that explained it all.
"But I saw a little girl go up the stairs and I thought maybe it was
Flossie."

"But why didn't you tell mother, dear?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey. "If you had
called to me when you saw Flossie going away I could have brought her
back before she got lost. Why didn't you tell me that Flossie was going
away?"

"'Cause," answered Freddie.

"Because why?" his father wanted to know.

"'Cause I thought maybe Flossie wanted to slide down a banister of the
stairs and maybe you wouldn't let her, and I wanted to see if she could
slide down and then I could slide down too!"

"Well, that's a funny excuse!" exclaimed Mr. Bobbsey. "I don't believe
Flossie would slide down any banister here. But she has certainly
wandered away, and we'll have to find her. You stay here with the
children, so I'll know where to find you," Mr. Bobbsey said to his wife.
"I'll go to look for Flossie."

"I want to come!" exclaimed Nan.

"No, you had better stay with mother," her father told her. "But I will
take Bert along. He can take a message for me in case I have to send
one. Come along!" he called to Nan's brother.

"All right, Daddy," answered Bert.

Up the big stone stairs went Daddy Bobbsey and Bert. Mrs. Bobbsey, with
a worried look on her face, remained in the big rotunda with Nan and
Freddie. The two children were worried too.

"Do you s'pose Flossie is hurt?" asked Nan.

"Oh, no, I don't believe so," and Mrs. Bobbsey tried to speak easily.
"She has just gone into some room, or down some long hall, and lost her
way, I think. You see there are so many rooms and halls in this building
that it would be easy for even daddy or me to be lost. But your father
will soon find Flossie and bring her back to us."

"But if they don't find her, Mamma?"

"Oh, they'll be sure to do that, Nan. There is nobody around this
building who would hurt our little Flossie."

"What an awful big building it is," remarked Nan. "And just think of the
thousands and thousands of books! Why, I didn't know there were so many
books in the whole world! Mamma, do you suppose any of the people down
here read all these books?"

"Hardly, Nan. They wouldn't have time enough to do that."

And now we shall see what happens to Mr. Bobbsey and Bert. Flossie's
father decided to try upstairs first, as Freddie seemed to think that
was the way his little sister had gone.

"Of course, he isn't very sure about it," said Mr. Bobbsey to Bert; "but
we may as well start one way as the other. If she isn't upstairs she
must be down. Now we'll look around and ask questions."

They did this, inquiring of every one they met whether a little blue-
eyed and flaxen-haired child had been seen wandering about. Some whom
Mr. Bobbsey questioned were visitors, like himself, and others were men
who worked in the big library. But, for a time, one and all gave the
same answer; they had not seen Flossie.

Along the halls and into the different rooms went Mr. Bobbsey and Bert.
But no Flossie could they find until, at last, they approached a very
large room where a man with very white hair sat at a desk. The door of
this room was open, and there were many books in cases around the walls.

"Excuse me," said Mr. Bobbsey to the elderly gentleman who looked up
with a smile as Flossie's father and Bert entered the room. "Excuse me
for disturbing you; but have you seen anything of a little girl--"

"Did she have blue eyes?" asked the old man.

"Yes!" eagerly answered Mr. Bobbsey.

"And did she have light hair?"

"Oh, yes! Have you seen her?"

Softly the man arose from his desk and tiptoed over to a folding screen.
He moved this to one side, and there, on a leather couch and covered by
an office coat, was Flossie Bobbsey, fast asleep.

"Oh! Oh!" exclaimed Bert.

"Hush!" said the old man softly. "Don't awaken her. When she arouses
I'll tell you how she came in here. It's quite a joke!"

"You stay here, Bert," said Mr. Bobbsey to his son, "and I'll go and get
your mother, Nan and Freddie. I want them to see how cute Flossie looks.
They'll be glad to know we have found her."

So while Bert sat in a chair in the old man's office Mr. Bobbsey hurried
to tell his wife and the others the good news. And soon Mrs. Bobbsey and
the rest of the children were peeping at Flossie as she lay asleep.

And then, suddenly, as they were all looking down at her, the little
girl opened her eyes. She saw her mother and father; she saw Nan and
Bert and Freddie; and then she looked at the kind old man with the white
hair.

"Did you find a story book for me?" were the first words Flossie said.

"Well, I'm afraid not, my dear," was the old man's answer. "We don't
have story books for little girls up here, though there may be some
downstairs."

"Is that what she came in here for--a story book?" asked Mr. Bobbsey.

"I believe it was," answered the old man, with a smile. "I was busy at
my desk when I heard the patter of little feet and a little girl's voice
asking me for a story book. I looked around, and there stood your little
one. I guessed, at once, that she must have wandered away from some
visitors in the library, so I gave her a cake I happened to have in my
lunch box, and got her to lie down on the sofa, as I saw she was tired.
Then she fell asleep, and I covered her up and put the screen around
her. I knew some one would come for her."

"Thank you, so much!" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey. "But, Flossie, how did you
happen to come up here?"

"Oh, I wanted a story book," explained the little girl, as she sat up.
"We have story books in our library, an' there ought to be story books
here. I looked in this room an' I saw a lot of books, so I did ask for
one with a story in it. I like a story about pigs an' bears an'--an'
everything!" finished Flossie.

"Well, I wish I had that kind of story book for you, but I haven't!"
laughed the old man.

"All my books are very dull, indeed, for children, though when you grow
up you may like to read them," and he waved his hand at the many books
in the room.

So Flossie was lost and found again. The old man was one of the
librarians, and he had taken good care of the little girl until her
family came for her. After thanking him, Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey led their
twins downstairs and Mr. Bobbsey said:

"Well, I think we have seen enough of the library for a time. We had
better go and see the Martins."

"Oh, yes!" cried Bert. "Billy said he'd take me to see the President."

"And I want to go, too!" added Nan.

"We'll see!" half promised her mother.

In an automobile the Bobbsey family rode to where the Martin family
lived. And you can well believe that Billy and Nell were glad to see the
Bobbsey twins once more. Mrs. Martin welcomed Mrs. Bobbsey, and soon
there was a happy reunion. Mr. Martin was at his office, and Mr. Bobbsey
said he would go down there to see him.

"Then couldn't we go out and see the President while mother stays here
and visits with Mrs. Martin?" asked Nan. "Nell and Billy will go with
us."

"I think they might go," said Mrs. Martin. "Billy and Nell know their
way to the White House very well, as they often go. It isn't far from
here."

"Well, I suppose they may go," said Mrs. Bobbsey slowly.

"And I want to go, too!" exclaimed Freddie. "I want to see the dent."

"It isn't a DENT--it's PRESIDENT--the head of the United States!"
explained Bert. "Our teacher told us about him, and she said if ever I
came to Washington I ought to see the President."

"I want to see him too," cried Flossie.

"Let all the children go!" said Mrs. Martin. "I'll send one of my maids
to walk along with them to make sure that they keep together. It is a
nice day, and they may catch a glimpse of the President. He often goes
for a drive from the White House around Washington about this time."

"Well, I suppose it will be a little treat for them," said Mrs. Bobbsey.

"Oh, goodie!" shouted Freddie.

So, a little later, the Bobbsey twins, with Nell and Billy Martin and
one of the Martin maids, were walking toward the White House.

"There it is!" exclaimed Billy to Bert, as they turned the corner and
came within view of the Executive Mansion, as it is often called.

"Oh, it IS white!" cried Nan.

"Just like the pictures!" added Bert.

"It's got a big iron fence around," observed Freddie. "Is that so the
President can't get out?"

"No, I guess it's so no unwanted people can get in," answered Nell.

The children and the maid walked down the street and looked through the
iron fence into the big grounds, green even now though it was early
winter. And in the midst of a great lawn stood the White House--the home
of the President of the United States.

Suddenly two big iron gates were swung open. Several policemen began
walking toward them from the lawn and some from the street outside.

"What's the matter?" asked Bert. "Is there a fire?"

"The President is coming out in his carriage," said Billy. "If we stand
here we can see him! Look! Here comes the President!"



 CHAPTER XII

WASHINGTON MONUMENT

Down the White House driveway rolled the carriage, drawn by the prancing
horses. It was coming toward the iron gate near which, on the sidewalk,
stood the Bobbsey twins, with their new friends, Billy and Nell Martin.

On the front seat of the carriage, which was an open one, in spite of
the fact that the day was cool, though not very cold, sat two men. One
drove the horses and the other sat up very straight and still.

"I should think he'd have an automobile," remarked Bert.

"He has," answered Billy. "He has an auto--two of 'em, I guess. But lots
of times he rides around Washington in a carriage just as he's doing
now."

"That's right," chimed in Nell. "Sometimes we see the President and his
wife in a carriage, like now, and sometimes in a big auto."

By this time the carriage, containing the President of the United
States, was passing through the gate. A crowd of curious persons, who
had seen what was going on, as had the Bobbsey twins, came hurrying up
to catch a glimpse of the head of the nation. The police officers and
the men from the White House ground kept the crowd from coming too close
to the President's carriage.

The Chief Executive, as he is often called, saw the crowd of people
waiting to watch him pass. Some of the ladies in the crowd waved their
hands, and others their handkerchiefs, while the men raised their hats.

Billy put his hand to his cap, saluting as the soldiers do, and Bert,
seeing this, did the same thing. Nell and Nan, being girls, were not, of
course, expected to salute. As for Flossie and Freddie they were too
small to do anything but just stare with all their eyes.

As the President's carriage drove along he smiled, bowed, and raised his
hat to those who stood there to greet him. The President's wife also
smiled and bowed. And then something in the eager faces of the Bobbsey
twins and their friends, Nell and Billy, attracted the notice of the
President's wife.

She smiled at the eager, happy-looking children, waved her hand to them,
and spoke to her husband. He turned to look at the Bobbseys and their
friends, and he waved his hand, He seemed to like to have the children
watching him.

And then Flossie, with a quick little motion kissed the tips of her
chubby, rosy fingers and fluttered them eagerly toward the President's
wife.

"I threw her a kiss!" exclaimed Flossie with a laugh.

"I'm gin' to throw one too," exclaimed Freddie. And he did.

The President's wife saw what the little Bobbsey twins had done, and, as
quick as a flash, she kissed her hand back to Flossie and Freddie.

"Oh, isn't that sweet!" exclaimed a woman in the throng, and when,
afterward, Nan told her mother what had happened, Mrs. Bobbsey said that
when Flossie and Freddie grew up they would long remember their first
sight of a President of the United States.

"Well, I guess that's all we can see now," remarked Billy, as the
President's carriage rolled off down the street and the crowd that had
gathered at the White House gate began moving on. The gates were closed,
the policemen and guards turned away, and now the Bobbsey twins and
their friends were ready for something else.

"Where do you want to go?" asked Billy of Bert.

"Oh, I don't know. 'Most anywhere, I guess."

"Could we go to see the Washington Monument?" asked Nan. "I've always
wanted to see that, ever since I saw the picture of it in one of daddy's
books at home."

"I don't believe we'd better go out there alone," said Nell. "It's quite
a way from here. We'd better have our mothers or our fathers with us.
But we can walk along the streets, and go in the big market, I guess."

"Let's do that!" agreed Billy. "There's heaps of good things to eat in
the market," he added to Bert. "It makes you hungry to go through it."

"Then I don't want to go!" laughed Bert. "I'm hungry now."

"I know where we can get some nice hot chocolate," said Nell. "It's in a
drug store, and mother lets Billy and me go there sometimes when we have
enough money from our allowance."

"Oh, I'm going to treat!" cried Bert. "I have fifty cents, and mother
said I could spend it any way I pleased. Come on and we'll have
chocolate. It's my treat!"

"We may go, Mayn't we, Jane?" asked Nell, of the maid who had
accompanied them.

"Oh, yes," was the smiling answer. "If you go to Parson's it will be all
right."

And a little later six smiling, happy children, and a rosy, smiling maid
were seated before a soda counter sipping sweet chocolate, and eating
crisp crackers.

After that Billy and Nell took the Bobbsey twins to the market, which is
really quite a wonderful place in Washington, and where, as Billy said,
it really makes one hungry to see the many good things spread about and
displayed on the stands.

"I think we've been gone long enough now," said the maid at last. "We
had better go back."

So, after looking around a little longer at the part of the market where
flowers were sold and where old negro women sold queer roots, barks, and
herbs, the Bobbsey twins and their friends started slowly back toward
the Martin house.

On the way they passed a store where china and glass dishes were sold,
and there were many cups, saucers and plates in one of the windows.

"Wait a minute!" cried Bert, as Billy was about to pass on. "I want to
look here!"

"What for?" Billy asked. "You don't need any dishes!"

"I want to see if Miss Pompret's sugar bowl and cream pitcher are here,"
Bert answered. "If Nan or I can find them we'll get a lot of money, and
I could spend my part while I was here."

"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. She said there wasn't another set in this whole country."

"Well, I don't see 'em here, anyhow!" exclaimed Bert, after he had
looked over the china in the window. "I guess her things will never be
found."

"No, I guess not," agreed Billy, to whom, and his sister, Nan told the
story of the reward of one hundred dollars offered by Miss Pompret for
the return of her wonderful sugar bowl and cream pitcher, while Bert was
looking at the window display.

"Well, did you have a good time?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey, when her twins
came trooping back.

"Yes. And we saw the President!" cried Nan.

And then they told all about it.

The Bobbseys spent the rest of the day visiting their friends, the
Martins, and returned to their hotel in the evening. They planned to
have other pleasure going about the city to see the sights the next day
and the day following.

"Could we ever go into the house where the President lives?" asked Nan
of her father that night.

"Yes, we can visit the White House or, rather, one room in it," said Mr.
Bobbsey. "What they call the 'East Room' is the one in which visitors
are allowed. Perhaps we may go there tomorrow, if Mr. Martin and I can
finish some business we are working on."

After breakfast the next morning the Bobbsey twins were glad to hear
their father say that he would take them to the White House; and, a
little later, in company with other visitors, they were allowed to enter
the home of the President, and walk about the big room on the east side
of the White House.

"I'm going to sit down on one of the chairs," said Nan. "Maybe it will
be one that the President once sat on."

"Very likely it will be," laughed Mrs. Bobbsey, as Nan picked out a
place into which she "wiggled." From the chair she smiled at her
brothers and sister, and they, too, took turns sitting in the same
chair.

Bert found a pin on the thick green carpet in the room. The carpet was
almost as thick and green as the moss in the woods, and how Bert ever
saw the tiny pin I don't know. But he had very sharp eyes.

"What are you going to do with it?" asked his father.

"Just keep it," the boy answered. "Maybe it's a pin the President's wife
once used in her clothes."

"Oh, you think it's a souvenir!" laughed Mrs. Bobbsey, as Bert stuck the
pin in the edge of his coat. And for a long time he kept that common,
ordinary pin, and he used to show it to his boy friends, and tell them
where he found it.

"The White House President's pin," he used to call it.

"And now," said Mr. Bobbsey, as they came from the White House, "I think
we'll have time to see the Monument before lunch."

"That's good!" exclaimed Nan. "And shall we go up inside it?"

"I think so," her father replied.

Washington Monument, as a good many of you know, is not a solid shaft of
stone. It is built of great granite blocks, as a building is built, and
is, in fact, a building, for it has several little rooms in the base;
rooms where men can stay who watch the big pointed shaft of stone, and
other rooms where are kept the engines that run the elevator.

The bottom part of Washington Monument is square, and on one side is a
doorway. Above the base the shaft itself stretches up over five hundred
feet in height, and the top part is pointed, like the pyramids of the
desert. The monument shaft is hollow, and there is a stairway inside,
winding around the elevator shaft. Some people walk up the stairs to get
to the top of the monument, where they can look out of small windows
over the city of Washington and the Potomac River. But most persons
prefer to go up and down in the elevator, though it is slow and, if
there are many visitors they have to await their turns.

If the Bobbseys had walked up inside the monument they would have seen
the stones contributed by the different states and territories. Each
state sent on a certain kind of stone when the monument was being built,
and these stones are built into the great shaft.

As it happened, there was not a very large crowd visiting the monument
the day the Bobbseys were there, so they did not have long to wait for
their turn in the elevator.

"This isn't fast like the Woolworth Building elevators were," remarked
Bert as they felt themselves being hoisted up.

"No," agreed his father. "But this does very well. This is not a
business building, and there is no special hurry in getting to the top."

But at last they reached the end of their journey and stepped out of the
elevator cage into a little room. There were windows on the sides, and
from there the children could look out.

"It's awful high up," said Nan, as she peeped out.

"Not as high as the Woolworth Building," stated Bert, who had jotted
down the figures in a little book he carried.

Flossie and Freddie had gone around to the other side of the elevator
shaft with their mother, to look from the windows nearest the river,
and, a moment later, Mr. Bobbsey, Nan and Bert heard a cry of:

"Oh, Flossie! Flossie! Look out! There it goes!"



 CHAPTER XIII

A STRAY CAT

MR. BOBBSEY, who was standing near Bert and Nan, turned quickly as he
heard his wife call and ran around to her side.

"What's the matter?" he called. "Has Flossie fallen?"

But one look was enough to show him that the two little Bobbsey twins
and their mother were all right. But Flossie was without her hat, and
she had been wearing a pretty one with little pink roses on it.

"What happened?" asked Mr. Bobbsey, while one of the men who stay inside
the Monument at the top, to see that no accidents happen, came around to
inquire if he could be of any help.

"It's Flossie's hat," explained Mrs. Bobbsey. "She was taking it off, as
she said the rubber band hurt her, when a puff of wind came along---"
"And it just blowed my hat right away!" cried Flossie. "It just blowed
it right out of my hand, and it went out of the window, my hat did! And
now I haven't any more hat, and I'll--I'll--an'--an'--"

Flossie burst into tears.

"Never mind, little fat fairy!" her father comforted her, as he put his
arms around her. "Daddy will get you another hat."

"But I want that one!" sobbed Flossie. "It has such pretty roses on it,
an' I liked 'em, even if they didn't smell!"

"I guess the little girl's hat will be all right when you get down on
the ground," said the monument man. "Many people lose their hats up
here, and unless it's a man's stiff one, or unless it's raining or
snowing, little harm comes to them. I guess your little girl's hat just
fluttered to the ground like a bird, and you can pick it up again"

"Do you think so?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey.

"Oh, you'll get her hat back again, ma'am, I'm sure," the man said.
"There's lots of boys and young men who stay around the monument, hoping
for a chance to earn a stray dime or so by showing visitors around or
carrying something. One of them probably saw the hat flutter out of the
window, and somebody will pick it up."

"Well, let's go down and see," suggested Mr. Bobbsey. "I think we have
had all the view we want."

"Don't cry, Flossie," whispered Nan consolingly, as she took her little
sister by the hand. "We'll get your hat back again."

"And the roses, too?" Flossie asked.

"Yes, the roses and everything," her mother told her.

"If I were a big, grown-up fireman, I could climb down and get Flossie's
hat," said Freddie. "That's what firemans do. They climb up and down big
places and get things--and people," the little boy added after a moment
of thought.

"Well, I don't want my little fireman climbing down Washington
Monument," said Mr. Bobbsey. "It's safer to go down in the elevator."

And, a little later, the Bobbsey twins and their father and mother were
back on the ground again. Once outside the big stone shaft, they saw a
boy come running up with Flossie's hat in his hand.

"Oh, look! Look!" cried the little girl. "There it is! There it is!"

"Is this your hat?" the small boy wanted to know. "I saw it blow out of
the window, and I chased it and chased it. I was afraid maybe it would
blow into the river."

"It was very nice of you," said Mr. Bobbsey, and he gave the boy twenty-
five cents, which pleased that small chap very much.

Flossie's hat was a little dusty, but the pink roses were not soiled,
and soon she was wearing it again. Then, smiling and happy, she was
ready to go with the others to the next sight-seeing place.

"Where now?" asked Bert, as they started away from the little hill on
which the Monument stands.

"I think we'll go to the Smithsonian Museum," said his father. "There
are a few things I want to see, though you children may not be very much
interested. Then I want to take your mother to the art gallery and after
that--well, we'll see what happens next," and he smiled at the Bobbsey
twins.

"I know it will be something nice!" exclaimed Nan.

"I hope it's something good to eat!" murmured Bert. "I'm hungry!"

"I'd like to see a fire!" cried Freddie. "Do they ever have fires in
Washington, Daddy?"

"Oh, yes, big ones, sometimes. But we really don't want to see any,
because a fire means danger and trouble for people."

"And wettings, too," put in Flossie. "Sometimes when Freddie plays fire
he gets me wet."

"Well, I'm goin' to be a fireman when I grow up," declared Freddie. "And
I wish I had my little fire engine now, 'cause I don't like it not to
have any fun."

"We'll have some fun this afternoon," his father promised him.

Just as Mr. Bobbsey had expected, the children were not much amused in
the art gallery or the museum. But Mrs. Bobbsey liked these places, and,
after all, as Nan said, they wanted their mother to have a good time on
this Washington trip.

After lunch they went again to call on the Martins, as Mr. Bobbsey had
to see the father of Billy and Nell on business.

"And where are we going to have some fun?" Bert asked, as they journeyed
away from their hotel toward the Martin house.

"You'll see," his father promised. The children tried to guess what it
might be, but they could not be sure of anything.

It did not take Mr. Bobbsey long to get through with his business with
Mr. Martin and then the father of the twins said to Mrs. Martin:

"Can you let Billy and Nell come with us on a little trip?"

"To be sure. But where are you going?" Mrs. Martin replied.

"I thought we'd take one of the big sight-seeing autos and ride about
the city, and perhaps outside a little way," said Mr. Bobbsey. "Nell and
Billy can tell us the best way to go"

"Oh, yes! I can do that'" cried Billy. "I often take rides that way with
my uncle when he comes to Washington. Come on, Nell! We'll get ready."

"May we really go?" asked Nell, of her mother.

"Yes, indeed!" was the answer.

So, a little later, the Bobbsey twins, with Billy and Nell and Mr. and
Mrs. Bobbsey, were on one of the big automobiles. It was not too cold to
ride outside, as they were all bundled up warm.

Through the different parts of the city the sight-seeing car went, a man
on it telling the persons aboard about the different places of interest
as they were passed. In a little while the machine rumbled out into the
quieter streets, where the houses were rather far apart.

Then the automobile came to a stop, and some one asked:

"What's so wonderful to see here?"

"Nothing," the driver of the car answered. "But I have to get some water
for the radiator. We won't be here very long. Those who want to, can get
out and walk around."

"Yes, I'll be glad to stretch by legs," said one man with a laugh. He
was sitting next to Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey, and they began talking to him.
Nan and Bert were talking to Billy and Nell, and, for the time being, no
one paid much attention to Flossie and Freddie, who were in a rear seat.

Suddenly Flossie called to her little brother;

"Oh, look! There's a cat! It's just like our Snoop!"

Freddie looked to where Flossie pointed with her chubby finger.

"No, that isn't like our Snoop," said the little boy, shaking his head.

"Yes, 'tis too!" declared his sister. "I'm going to get down and look at
it. I like a cat, and I didn't see one close by for a long time."

"Neither did I," agreed Freddie. "If that one isn't like our Snoop, it's
a nice cat, anyhow."

The cat, which seemed to be a stray one, was walking toward the car, its
tail held high in the air "like a fishing pole."

Flossie and Freddie were in the rear seat, as I have said, and no one
seemed to be paying any attention to them. Their father and mother were
busy talking to the man who had gotten down to "stretch his legs," and
Nan and Bert, with Billy and Nell, were busy talking.

"Let's get down," proposed Flossie.

"All right," agreed Freddie.

In another moment the two smaller Bobbsey twins had left their seat,
climbed down the rear steps of the sight-seeing automobile, and were
running toward the stray cat, which seemed to wait for them to come and
pet it.





CHAPTER XIV

STRAY CHILDREN

"Nice pussy! Come and let me rub you!" said Freddie softly, as he held
out his hand toward the stray cat.

"Yes, come here, Snoop!" added Flossie, as she walked along with her
brother.

"'Tisn't Snoop, and you mustn't call him that name," ordered Freddie.

"Well, he looks like Snoop," declared Flossie.

"But if that isn't his name he won't like to be called by it, no more
than if I called you Susie when your name's Flossie," went on the little
boy.

"Do you s'pose cats know their names?" asked Flossie.

"Course they do!" exclaimed her brother. "Don't our Snoop know his name
when I call him, same as our dog Snap does?"

"Oh, well, but our cat is a very, very, smart cat!"

"Maybe this one is, too," Freddie said. "Anyhow, we'll just call him
'Puss' or 'Kittie,' and he'll like that, 'cause that's a name for any
cat."

"That's so," agreed Flossie.

So calling to the stray cat in their soft, little voices, and holding
out their hands to pet the animal, Flossie and Freddie walked farther
away from the sight-seeing car, and soon they were petting the cat that,
indeed, did look a bit like Snoop.

They stroked the soft back of the cat, rubbed its ears, and the animal
rubbed up against their legs and purred. Then, suddenly, the cat heard a
dog barking somewhere, and ran down toward the side entrance of a large,
handsome house.

"Oh, come on!" cried Freddie to his sister, as he saw the cat running
away. "Maybe there's some little cats back here, and we could get one to
take home with us! Come on, Flossie!"

Flossie was willing enough to go, and in a moment they were in the rear
yard of one of the big houses, and out of sight from the street where
the auto stood, while the man was putting water in the radiator.

The cat, once over its fright about the barking dog, seemed quieter now,
and let the two little Bobbsey twins pet it again. Freddie saw a little
box-like house in one corner of the yard and cried:

"I'm going to look here, Flossie! Maybe there's kittens in it!"

"Oh, let me see!" exclaimed the little girl. Forgetting, for a time, the
stray cat they had started to pet, she and her brother ran over to the
little box-like house.

"Better look out!" exclaimed Flossie, as they drew near.

"Why?" asked Freddie.

"'Cause maybe there's a strange dog in that box."

"If there was a dog in this yard I guess this cat wouldn't have come in
here," replied Freddie. "The cat ran when the other dog barked, and
there can't be a dog here, else the cat wouldn't come in."

"I wonder what's there?" murmured Flossie.

"We'll soon find out," her brother said, as he bent over the little
house, which was made of some boxes nailed together. There was a tiny
window, with a piece of glass in it, and a small door.

Freddie began to open the little door, and he was not very much afraid,
for now the cat was purring and rubbing around his legs, and the little
boy felt sure that there could be no dog, or anything else scary, in the
box-house, or else the cat would not have come so close.

"Maybe there isn't anything in there," suggested Flossie.

"Oh, there's got to be SOMETHING!" declared Freddie. "It's a place for
chickens, maybe."

"It's too little for chickens," said Flossie.

"Well, maybe it's a place for----"

That is as far as Freddie got in his talk, for, just then, a voice
called from somewhere behind the children:

"Hi there! What do you want?"

"Oh!"

Freddie and Flossie both called out in surprise as they turned. They
saw, standing on the back steps of the big house, a boy about as big as
Bert.

"We came in after this cat," said Freddie, and he pointed to the stray
pussy that was rubbing against his legs.

"Is it your cat?" the boy wanted to know.

Flossie shook her head.

"We just followed after him," she said. "He was out on the street, and
we saw him, and we got down to rub him, and he heard a dog bark, and he
ran in here, and we ran after him."

"Oh, I see," and the boy on the back steps smiled in a friendly way. "So
it isn't your cat."

"No," answered Freddie, "Is it yours?"

The boy shook his head.

"I never saw the cat before," he answered. "It's a nice one, though, and
maybe I'll keep it if you don't want it."

"Oh, we don't want it!" Freddie said quickly. "We have a cat of our own
at home. His name is Snoop."

"And we have a dog, too," added Flossie. "But his name is Snap. And we
have Dinah and Sam. Only they aren't a cat or a dog," she went on.
"Dinah is our cook and Sam's her husband."

"Where do you live?" the boy asked.

"Oh, away off," explained Freddie. "We live in Lakeport, and we go to
school."

"Only now there isn't any school," went on Flossie. "We can't have a
fire 'cause something broke, and we came to Washington."

"Have you come here to live?" the strange boy questioned.

"No, only to visit," explained Freddie. "My father has to see Mr.
Martin. Do you know Mr. Martin?"

The strange boy shook his head.

"I guess he doesn't live around here," he remarked. "I've lived here all
my life; but there's nobody named Martin on this block. Where did you
come from?"

"Offen the auto," explained Freddie. "We were riding on the auto with
Billy Martin and Nell, and our father and mother and Nan and Bert and---
-"

"Say, there are a lot of you!" cried the boy with a laugh.

"It was a big auto," explained Flossie. "But the man had to stop and
give it some water, so we got down to pet the cat. It's a nice cat."

"Yes, it's a nice cat all right," agreed the strange boy, and he came
down the steps and began to rub the animal. "I like cats," he went on to
the children. "What's your names?"

"Flossie and Freddie Bobbsey," answered Freddie. "What's yours?"

"Tom Walker," was the answer. "I guess I know where you came from. It's
one of those big, sight-seeing autos. They often go through this street,
but I never saw one stop before. You'd better look to see that it
doesn't go off and leave you."

"Oh, the man said we could get down," returned Freddie. "And one man is
going to stretch his legs. I'd like to see a man stretch his legs." he
went on. "I wonder how far he can stretch them?"

"Not very far, I guess," remarked Tom Walker. "But I'm glad to see you,
anyhow. I've been sick, and I had to stay home from school, but I'm
better now, and I'm going back to-morrow. But I haven't had any one to
play with, and I'm glad you came in--you and the cat."

"'Tisn't our cat!" Flossie hastily explained.

"Oh, I know!" agreed the boy. "But he came in with you."

"We thought maybe there were kittens in that box," and Freddie pointed
to the one he had been about to open.

"Oh, that was the place where I used to keep my rabbits," said Tom. "I
haven't any now, but maybe I'll get some more; so I left the little
house in the yard. I like rabbits."

"So do I!" declared Freddie.

"And their nose goes sniff-snuff so funny!" laughed Flossie. "Rabbits
eat a lot of cabbage," she said. "If I had something to eat now I would
like it."

"Say, I can get some cookies!" cried Tom. "Wait, I'll go in the house
after some. You wait here!"

"We'll wait!" said Freddie.

Into the house bounded Tom, and to the cook in the kitchen he called:

"Oh, please give me some cookies. There's a stray cat in our yard and
some stray children, and I want to give 'em something to eat, and----"

"My goodness, boy, how you do rattle on!" cried the cook. "What do you
mean about stray cats and stray children?"



 CHAPTER XV

"WHERE ARE THEY?"

Freddie and Flossie walked slowly up the yard, away from the empty
rabbit house, and stood at the foot of the back steps up which Tom
Walker had hurried to ask the cook for something to eat for the "stray
children." The little Bobbsey twins had not heard what the cook said to
Tom after he had asked for something to eat. But the cook repeated her
question.

"What do you mean by stray cats and stray children?"

"There are the stray children out in the yard now," answered Tom. "They
strayed away from some place, just as that dog I kept for a while once
did. There was a stray cat, too, but I don't see it now."

"Stray children, is it?" cried the jolly cook. "Oh, look at the little
darlin's!" she exclaimed, as she saw the small Bobbsey twins standing
out in the yard, waiting for Tom to come back. Freddie and Flossie
certainly did look very sweet and pretty with their new winter coats and
caps on, though it was not very cold. It was not as cold in Washington
as in Lakeport.

"Do you think he'll bring us anything to eat?" asked Freddie of Flossie,
as they stood there waiting.

"I hope he does," the little girl answered. "I'm hungry."

"So'm I!" Freddie admitted. "I guess that cat was, too. Where did he
go?"

The cat answered himself, as though he knew he was being talked about.
He came out from under the back steps, rubbed up against Flossie's fat,
chubby legs with a mew and a purr, and then, seeing a place where the
sun shone nice and warm on the steps, the cat curled up there and began
to wash its face, using its paws as all cats do.

"Please, Sarah, can't I have something to eat for the stray children,
and maybe for the cat?" again asked Tom of the cook.

"Oh, I dunno!" she answered. "Sure an' you're a bother! Your mother's
out and I don't know what to do. These must be lost children, and, most
likely, their father or mother's lookin' all over for 'em now. But I'd
better bring 'em in an' keep 'em safe here, rather than let 'em wander
about the streets. How did they come into our yard, do you think, Tom?"

"They just walked in, after the stray cat. They were on one of the big
automobiles, and it stopped, so they got off. I told 'em maybe their
folks would be looking for them," went on Tom, who was older than
Flossie and Freddie. "But they seem to think it's all right."

"Well, they're lost, as sure as anything," declared the cook. "But it's
best to keep 'em here until their folks can come after 'em. I'll give
you something for them to eat, Tom, and then you must look after 'em, as
I'm too busy, getting ready for the party your mother is going to have
this night."

The kind cook soon got ready a plate of cookies and some glasses of milk
for Flossie and Freddie. And, as Tom began to feel hungry himself when
he saw something being made ready for his new little friends, a place
was set for him, also, on a side table in the dining room.

"Call 'em in, now!" said the cook. "Everything is ready. And is the cat
there?"

"Yes," answered Tom, as he looked out and saw the pussy curled up in the
sun on the steps. "It's there."

"Well, I think I'll give it some milk," said the cook.

So, a little later, Flossie and Freddie, the stray children--for that is
what they were--sat down to a nice little lunch in a strange, house. Tom
Walker sat down with them, and the stray cat had a saucer of milk in the
kitchen.

"I looked out in the street," said the cook, as she came back to get
Freddie another glass of milk, "but I don't see any automobile there.
Did you really ride here in an auto?"

"Oh, yes," answered Freddie. "And the man on it all the time talked
through a red horn, but I didn't know what he said."

"That was the man speaking through a megaphone so everybody on the
sight-seeing auto would know what they were looking at as they rode
along," said Tom. "They often pass through here, though I haven't seen
any to-day."

"But what to do about you children I don't know," said the cook, when
Flossie and Freddie had eaten as much as they wanted. "If you did come
here on an auto it's gone now, and there isn't a sign of it. I think you
must have come two or three streets away from the car before you turned
in here."

"Oh, no!" exclaimed Freddie. "When we got down off the auto we saw the
cat and we came in after it. The auto was right out in front."

"Well, it isn't there now," said the cook. "I guess it must have gone
away and taken your folks with it. Maybe they're looking for you. But I
guess you'll have to stay here until they come to find you. You're too
small to be allowed to go about alone."

"We like it here," said Flossie, settling back comfortably in her chair.
"We can stay as long as you want us to."

"And we can stay to supper if you ask us," went on Freddie. "Course
mother wouldn't let us ask for an invitation, but if you WANT to ask us
to stay we can't help it."

"'Specially if you have cake," added Flossie, smoothing out her dress.

"Yes, 'specially cake!" agreed Freddie.

"Oh my!" laughed the cook. "Sure an' you're very funny! But I like you.
And I only wish I knew where your folks were. But the best I can do is
to keep you here until they come. They must know about where they lost
you. Come, Tom, take the stray children out and amuse them. Your
mother'll be home pretty soon."

If Tom's mother had been at home she would have at once telephoned and
told the police that she had two lost--or stray--children at her house,
so that in case Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey inquired, as they did, they would
know that the tots were all right.

But Mrs. Walker was not at home, and the cook did the best she could.
She made sure the children were safe and comfortable while they were
with her.

And, after they had eaten, Tom got out some of his toys, and he and
Flossie and Freddie had a good time playing about the house and in the
yard. The stray cat wandered away while Flossie and Freddie were eating
their little lunch, and the Bobbsey twins did not see him again.

Now while Flossie and Freddie were having a pretty good time, eating
cookies and drinking milk, there was much excitement on the big sight-
seeing car where Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey, Nan, Bert, and the other, still
had their seats.

For some little time after the car had stopped to allow the man to put
water in the radiator, neither Mr. nor Mrs. Bobbsey missed their smaller
twins. They were busy talking, and Bert and Nan were looking about and
having a good time, talking to Billy and Nell Martin.

At last, however, the auto man called:

"Everything is all right! Get on board!"

That meant he was going to start off again, and it was not until then
that Mrs. Bobbsey thought to look around to see if Flossie and Freddie
were all right. And, of course, she did not see them.

"Flossie! Freddie! Where are you?" called Mrs. Bobbsey.

There was no answer, and the seat which the two smaller children had
been in on the big bus, was empty.

"Oh, Daddy!" cried Mrs. Bobbsey, "Flossie and Freddie have gone."

"Gone? Gone where?" Mr. Bobbsey asked,

"That's it--I can't say," answered Mrs. Bobbsey. "The last I saw of them
was when the auto stopped."

"I saw the two little tots climb down off the rear steps of the car,"
said the man who had wanted to "stretch his legs." "They seemed to be
going after something," he added.

"It was a cat," said the woman next to the big man who had last spoken.
"I saw the children get down and go toward a stray cat and then I got to
thinking of something else."

"Oh, if it was a cat you might know it!" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey with a
laugh." I guess they're all right. They can't have gone far. Probably
they are on the other side of the street, looking at some bedraggled
kitten." But a look up and down the street did not show Flossie and
Freddie. By this time the auto was all ready to start off again.

"But we can't go without Flossie and Freddie!" cried Nan.

"I should say not!" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey. "Oh, where are they? Where
can my darlings have gone? What has happened?"



 CHAPTER XVI

THE FIRE BELL

Mrs. Bobbsey's cries of alarm, of course, excited all the other
passengers who had got back on the sight-seeing auto, ready to start off
again. They had had a little rest while the water was being put into the
radiator, and the man had "stretched his legs" all he wanted to, it
seemed.

"The children can't be far away," said Mr. Bobbsey. "They were here only
a moment ago. Even if they have wandered off, which is probably what
they have done, they can't be far."

"They're all right," the man who drove the car assured Mr. Bobbsey. "I
didn't see 'em go away, of course, as I was busy, but I'm sure nothing
has happened."

"But what shall we do?" cried Mrs. Bobbsey, and tears came into her
eyes. "It does seem as if more things have happened to Flossie and
Freddie since we started on this trip than ever before."

"Oh, they'll be all right," declared Mr. Bobbsey. "I'll look around.
Perhaps they may have gone into one of these houses."

"Did you look under the seats?" asked Bert.

"Under the seats!" exclaimed Billy. "What good would that do? Your
brother and sister couldn't be under there!"

"Pooh, you don't know much about Flossie and Freddie!" answered Bert.
"They can be in more places than you can think of; can't they, Nan?"

"Yes, they do get into queer places sometimes. But they aren't under my
seat," and Nan looked, to make sure.

"Nor mine," added Nell, as she looked also.

Some of the other passengers on the auto did the same thing. Mr. Bobbsey
really thought it might be possible that Freddie and Flossie, for some
queer reason, might have crawled under one of the seats when the big
machine stopped for water. But the children were not there.

"Oh, what shall we do?" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey.

"They'll be all right," her husband answered. "They can't be far away."

"That's right ma'am," said a fat, jolly-looking man.

"Some of you go and inquire in the houses near here," suggested the man
who drove the auto. "And I'll go and telephone back to the office, and
see if they're there."

"But how could they be at your automobile office?" Mrs. Bobbsey wanted
to know.

"It might easily happen," replied the man. "We run a number of these big
machines. One of them may have passed out this way while I was stopping
here for water, and perhaps none of us notice it, and the children may
have climbed on and gone on that car, thinking it was this one."

"They couldn't get on if the auto didn't stop," said Billy.

"Well, maybe it stopped," returned the driver. "Perhaps it passed up the
next street. The children may have gone down there and gotten on.
Whatever has happened, your little ones are all right, ma'am; I'm sure
of that."

"I wish I could be!" sighed Mrs. Bobbsey.

Several men volunteered to help Mr. Bobbsey look for the missing twins,
and they went to the doors of nearby houses and rang the bells. But to
all the answer was the same. Flossie and Freddie had not been seen.

And the reason for this was that the small Bobbsey twins, in following
the stray cat, had turned a corner and gone down another street, and
were on the block next the one where the auto stood. That was the reason
the Walker cook, looking out in front, could see no machine, and why it
was that none of those who helped Mr. Bobbsey look for the missing
children could find them.

"Well, this is certainly queer!" exclaimed Mr. Bobbsey, when at none of
the houses was there any word of Flossie and Freddie.

"But what are we to do?" cried his wife.

"I think we'd better notify the police," said Mr. Bobbsey. "That will be
the surest way."

"Yes, I think it will," agreed the auto man. "I telephoned to the
office, but they said no lost children had been turned in. Get aboard,
every one, and I'll drive to the nearest police station."

Away started the big auto, leaving Flossie and Freddie behind in the
home of Tom Walker on the next street. And though Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey,
with Nan and Bert and Billy and Nell were much worried, Flossie and
Freddie themselves, were having a good time.

For they were playing with Tom, who showed them his toys, and he told
them about the rabbits he used to keep.

"I have had as many as six big ones at a time," Tom said. "And I had one
pair that had the finest red eyes you ever saw."

"Red eyes!" cried Flossie. "What funny rabbits they must have been!"

"Oh, I know some rabbits have red eyes," declared Freddie. "But not very
many. Bert said so."

"I don't believe I'd like to have red eyes," answered his twin sister.
"Everybody'd think I'd been crying."

"They're not red that way," explained Tom. "They just have the color red
in them; just as some people have black eyes, blue eyes, and brown eyes-
-like that."

"Oh! Say, I heard Nan say once that a girl in her room at school had one
black eye and one grey eye. Wasn't that funny?"

"It certainly was," answered Tom. And then he showed the little Bobbsey
twins a number of picture books and a locomotive which went around a
little track.

Freddie and Flossie were having such a good time that they never thought
their father and mother might be worried about them.

But, after a while, Mrs. Walker came home. You can well imagine how
surprised she was when she found the two lost, strayed children in her
house.

"And so they got off one of the sight-seeing autos, did they?" cried
Tom's mother. "Oh, my dears! I'm glad you're here, of course, and glad
you had a good time with Tom. But your mother and father will be much
frightened! I must telephone to the police at once."

"We'll not be arrested, shall we?" asked Freddie anxiously.

"No, indeed, my dear! Of course not! But your parents have probably
already telephoned the police, who must be looking for you. I'll let
them know I have you safe."

"Why, course we're safe!" cried Flossie.

So Mrs. Walker telephoned. And, just as she guessed, the police were
already preparing to start out to hunt for the missing children. But as
soon as they got Mrs. Walker's message everything was all right.

"They're found!" cried Mr. Bobbsey to his wife, when a police officer
telephoned to the hotel to let the father of the small Bobbsey twins
know that the children were safe. "They're all right!"

"Where were they?" asked his wife,

"All the while they were right around the corner and just in the next
street from where our auto was standing."

"Oh, dear me!" cried Mrs. Bobbsey, "what a relief"

"I should say so!" agreed Mrs. Martin, who had gone to the hotel, where
her friends were staying, to do what she could to help them.

"I'll get a taxicab and bring them straight here," said Mr. Bobbsey.

A little later Flossie and Freddie were back "home" again. That is, if
you call a hotel "home," and it was, for the time, to the traveling
Bobbseys.

"What made you do it?" asked Flossie's mother, when the story had been
told. "What made you go after the stray cat?"

"It was such a nice cat!" said the little girl,

"And we wanted to see if it was like our Snoop," added Freddie.

"Well, don't do such a thing again!" ordered Mr. Bobbsey.

"No, we won't!" promised Freddie.

"No, but they'll do something worse," said Bert in a low voice to his
friend Billy, who had also come to the hotel.

So the little excitement was over, and soon the Bobbsey twins were in
bed. Not, however, before Nan had asked her father:

"Where are you going to take us to-morrow?"

"To Mount Vernon, I think," was his answer.

"Oh, where Washington used to live!" remarked Bert.

"Where--" But right there Freddie went to sleep.

"Yes, and where he is buried," added Nan.

And then she, too, fell asleep. And she dreamed that Flossie and Freddie
were lost again, and that she started out to find them riding on the
back of a big cat while Bert rode on a dog, like Snap.

"And I was so glad when I woke up and, found it was only a dream," said
Nan, telling Nell about it afterward.

There are two ways of going to Mount Vernon from the city of Washington.
Mount Vernon is down on the Potomac River, and one may travel to it by
means of a small steamer, which makes excursion trips, or one can get
there in a trolley car.

"I think we'll go down by boat and come back by trolley," said Mr.
Bobbsey. "In that way we can see more."

"I'd rather go on the boat all the while," said Freddie. "Maybe I could
be a fireman on the boat."

"Oh, I think they have all the firemen they; need," laughed his father.

"Is Mount Vernon an old place?" asked Nan. as they were getting ready to
leave their hotel after breakfast.

"Quite old, yes," her father answered.

"And do they have old-fashioned things there, like spinning wheels, and
old guns and things like those in Washington's headquarters that we went
to once?" Nan went on.

"Why, yes, perhaps they do," her father said. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, I was just thinking," went on Nan, "that if they had a lot of old-
fashioned things there they might have Miss Pompret's sugar bowl and
cream pitcher, and we could get 'em for her."

"How could we?" asked Bert. "If they were there they'd belong to
Washington, wouldn't they, Daddy?"

"Well, I suppose all the things in the house once belonged to him or his
friends," said Mr. Bobbsey. "But I don't imagine those two missing
pieces of Miss Pompret's set will be at Mount Vernon, Nan."

"No, I don't s'pose so," sighed the little girl. "But, oh, I would like
to find 'em!"

"And get the hundred dollars reward!" added Bert.

"Don't think too much of that," advised their mother. "Of course it
would be nice to find Miss Pompret's dishes, and do her a favor, but I
think it is out of the question after all these years that they have
been lost."

The weather was colder than on the day before, when Flossie and Freddie
had been lost, and the sun shone fitfully from behind clouds.

"I think we are going to have a snow storm," said Mr. Bobbsey, on their
way to take the boat for Mt. Vernon.

"Oh, goodie!" cried Flossie. "I hope it snows a lot!"

"So do I!" added Freddie. "Could we send home for our sled if there's
lots of snow, Daddy?" he asked.

"I hardly think it would be worth while," said his father. "We are not
going to be here much more than a week longer. And it would be quite a
lot of work to get your sleds here and send them home again. I think
you'll get all the coasting and skating you want when we get back to
Lakeport."

"Anyway, we're having a nice time while we're here," said Nan, with a
happy little sigh.

"It's fun when Freddie and Flossie don't get lost," added Bert. "I'm
going to keep watch of 'em this time."

"I'll help," added Nan. "Oh, here are Billy and Nell!" she called,
waving her hand to their new friends. The Martin children were to go to
Mount Vernon with the Bobbsey twins, and they now met them near the
place from which the boat started.

"All aboard!" cried Freddie, as they went on the small steamer that was
to take them to Mount Vernon. "All aboard. I'm the fireman!"

"There aren't any fires to put out," said, Nell, teasing the small chap
a little.

"Yes, there is--a fire in the boiler, and it makes steam," said Freddie,
who had often looked in the engine room of steamers. "But I'm not that
kind of fireman. I put out fires. I'm going to be a real fireman when I
grow up," he added.

Soon they were comfortably seated on board the boat, which after a bit
moved out into the Potomac. Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey were talking together.
Nan, Bert, Billy and Nell were watching another boat which was passing,
and Flossie was near them. But Freddie had slipped away, in spite of
what Bert had said about going to keep a watchful eye on his small
brother.

Suddenly, when the steamer was well out in the river, there was the loud
clanging of a bell, and a voice cried:

"Fire! Fire! Fire!"

At once every one on the boat jumped up. The women looked frightened,
while the men seemed uncertain what to do.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" rang the fire alarm bell.



 CHAPTER XVII

FREDDIE'S REAL ALARM

"I hope nothing has happened--that the boat isn't on fire," said Mrs.
Bobbsey to her husband. "That would be terrible!"

"I hardly think that is it," he said. "There may be a small fire,
somewhere on the boat, but, even if there is, they have a way of putting
it out. I'll go and see what it is. You stay with the children."

But just then, after another clanging of the bell, some one was heard to
laugh--the ringing, hearty laugh of a man.

"There!" exclaimed Mr. Bobbsey, "I guess everything is all right. They
wouldn't be laughing if there was any danger."

"Let's go to the fire!" cried Bert. "I want to see it!"

"So do I!" chimed in his new chum, Billy, eagerly.

"Oh, can't we see it; whatever it is?" begged Nan.

"First I'll have to make sure there is a fire," replied Mr. Bobbsey. "I
hope there isn't. But, if there should be a small one, and the firemen
on the boat are putting it out, and if they let us get near enough to
see, and if the smoke isn't too thick--"

"Oh, Daddy! Not so many 'ifs' please!" laughed Nan.

The Bobbseys all laughed at this, as did Nell and Billy.

"Freddie would like to see the fire, if there is one," remarked Nell
Martin.

"Oh, that's so! Where is Freddie?" cried Bert.

Then, for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey noticed that the little
blue-eyed and light-haired boy was not with them.

But at that moment around the corner of a deck cabin came a man wearing
a cap with gold braid around the edge. He was smiling and leading by the
hand a little boy. And the little boy was Freddie!

"Oh, there he is!" cried Flossie. "Freddie, where were you?" she asked.
"And did you been to see the fire?"

"Well, I rather guess he did!" exclaimed the man, who was the captain of
the boat. "He Was the whole fire himself!"

"The whole fire?" cried Mr. Bobbsey. "Do you mean to say that my little
boy started a fire?"

"Oh, nothing as bad as that!" said the captain, and he smiled down on
Freddie who smiled up at him in return. "No, all your little boy did was
to ring the fire alarm bell and then call out 'Fire!' But of course that
was enough to start things going, and we had quite a good deal of
excitement for a time. But it's all right now, and I think he won't do
it again."

"Just what did he do?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey, as Freddie came over to stand
beside his mother. He looked rather ashamed.

"Well, on the deck, back of the wheel-house, which is the little place
where I or my men stand to steer the boat, there is a fire alarm bell.
It's there for any one to ring who finds the boat on fire, and when the
bell is rung all my firemen hurry to put out the blaze," said the
captain.

"Now this little chap of yours went up and rang that bell, and then he
cried out 'Fire,' as I've told you. Then--well, lots of things happened.
But I couldn't help laughing when I found out it was a false alarm, and
learned just why Freddie, as he tells me his name is, rang the bell."

"And why was that?" asked Mr. Bobbsey, quickly.

Freddie spoke up for himself.

"The bell had a sign on it," said the little fellow, "and it said to
ring it for a fire. I wanted to see a fire, and so I rang the bell and--
and--"

Freddie's lips began to quiver. He was just ready to cry.

"There, there, my little man!" said the captain kindly. "No harm is
done. Don't worry. It's all right," and he patted Freddie on the
shoulder.

"You see it's just as Freddie says," the captain went on. "There is a
large sign painted near the bell which reads: 'Ring this for a fire.' I
suppose it would be better to say; 'Ring the bell in case of fire.' I
believe I'll have it changed to read that way. Anyhow, your little boy
saw the sign over the bell, And on the bell is a rope so low that any
one, even a child, can reach it. So your Freddie just pulled the rope,
clanged the bell, and then he cried 'Fire!' as loudly as he could. Some
one else took up the cry, and, there you are!"

"And so you rang the bell, did you, Freddie, because you wanted to see a
fire?" asked the father of the little fellow.

"Yes," answered Flossie's brother. "I wanted to see how they put out a
fire on a boat, and the bell said for to ring for a fire, and I wanted a
fire, I did; not a big one, just a little one, and so----"

"And so you just naturally rang the bell!" laughed the captain. "Well, I
guess that's partly my fault for having the sign read that way. I'll
have it changed. But your little boy is quite smart to be able to read
so well," he added.

"Oh, I go to school!" said Freddie proudly, "only there isn't any now on
account of--well I guess the boiler got on fire," he added.

"He's a regular little fireman," said Mr. Bobbsey. "He can't read very
much, but one of the first words he learned to spell was 'fire,' and
he's never forgotten it."

The boat was now going on down the river toward Mount Vernon, and the
excitement caused by the false alarm of fire was over.

Of course Freddie had done wrong, though he had not meant to, and
perhaps it was not all his fault. However, his father and mother scolded
him a little, and he promised never to do such a thing again.

I wish I could tell you that the Bobbsey twins were interested in Mount
Vernon, but the truth of the matter is that the two younger ones were so
busy talking about Freddie's fire alarm, and Bert and Nan, with Billy
and Nell, also laughed so much about it, that they did not pay much
attention to the tomb of the great Washington, or anything about the
place where the first President of the United States once had his home.

Of course Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey were interested in the place where the
wonderful man had lived, and they looked about the grounds where he had
once walked, and they visited the house where he had lived. But, really,
the children did not care much for it.

"When are we going back?" asked Freddie several times.

"Don't you like it here?" asked his mother. "Just think of what a
wonderful and beautiful place this is!"

"Well," said Freddie slowly, "I didn't see any fire engines yet."

Mrs. Bobbsey tried not to laugh, but it was hard work.

"I think we'd better go back to Washington," she said to her husband.

"I think so, too," he answered, and back to Washington they went. This
time they rode on a trolley car, and there was no danger of Freddie's
sending in an alarm of fire.

And on the way home something quite wonderful happened. At least it was
wonderful for Freddie.

He was looking out of the window, when suddenly he gave a yell that
startled his father and mother, as well as Nan, Bert, Nell and Flossie,
and that made the other passengers sit up.

"Oh, look! There's a fire engine! There's a fire engine!" cried the
little chap, pointing; and, surely enough, there was one going along the
street. It was bright and shiny, smoke was pouring from it and the
horses were prancing.

The other Bobbsey twins turned to look at it, and Bert said:

"Pooh, that's only coming back from an alarm."

"That's so," agreed Mr. Bobbsey. "The horses are going too slowly to be
running to a fire, Freddie. They must be coming back."

"Well, it's a fire engine, anyhow," said Freddie, and every one had to
agree with him. Freddie watched the shiny engine until it was out of
sight, and then he talked about nothing else but fires on the way home.

Tired, but well satisfied with their trip, the Bobbsey's reached their
hotel, and the Martin children went to their home, promising to meet the
following day and see more Washington sights.

It was about the middle of the night that Mrs. Bobbsey, who slept in the
same room with Flossie and Freddie, felt herself being shaken in bed.
She roused up to see, in the dim light, Freddie standing near her, and
shaking her with his chubby hands.

"What is it, dear?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey, sleepily.

"Fire!" hoarsely whispered Freddie. "The house is on fire, and it's
real, too, this time!"



 CHAPTER XVIII

THE ORIENTAL CHILDREN

At first Mrs. Bobbsey was too sleepy, from having been so quickly
awakened, to really understand what Freddie was saying. She turned over
in bed, so as to get a better look at the small boy, who was in his
night gown, and with his hair all tousled and frowsled from the pillow.
There was no mistake about it--Mrs. Bobbsey was not dreaming. Her little
boy was really standing beside her and shaking her. And once more he
said:

"Wake up, Momsie! There's a real fire! This house is on fire, and we've
got to get out. I can hear the fire engines!"

"Oh, Freddie! you're walking in your sleep again," said his mother as
she sat up, now quite awake--"You have been dreaming, and you're walking
in your sleep!"

Freddie had done this once or twice before, thought not since he had
come to Washington.

"The excitement of going to Mount Vernon, and your ringing of the fire
bell on the boat has made you dream of a fire, Freddie," his mother went
on. "It isn't real. There isn't any fire in this hotel, nor near here.
Go back to sleep."

"But, Momsie, I'm awake now!" cried Freddie. "And the fire is real! I
can see the red light and I can hear the engine puffin'! Look, you can
see the light!"

Freddie pointed to a window near his mother's bed. And, as she looked,
she certainly saw a red, flickering light. And then the heard the
whistle which she knew came from a fire engine. It was not like a
locomotive whistle, and, besides, there were no trains near the hotel!

"Oh, it is a fire!" cried Mrs. Bobbsey. "Freddie, call your father!"

Mr. Bobbsey slept in the next room with Bert, while Nan had a little bed
chamber next to her mother's, on the other side of the bath room.

But there was no need to call Mr. Bobbsey. In his big, warm bath robe he
now came stalking into his wife's room.

"Don't be frightened," he said. "There's a small fire in the building
next to this hotel. But it is almost out, and there is no danger. Stay
right in bed."

"But it's a real fire, isn't it, Daddy?" cried Freddie. "I heard the
engines puffin', and I saw the red light and it woke me up and I comed
in and telled Momsie; and it's a real fire, isn't it?"

"Yes, Freddie, it's a real fire all right," said Mr. Bobbsey. "But don't
talk so loud, nor get excited. You may awaken the people in the other
rooms around us, and there is no need. I was talking to the night clerk
of the hotel over the telephone from my room, and he says there is no
danger. There is a big brick wall between our hotel and the place next
door, which is on fire. The blaze can't get through that."

"Can't I look out the window and see the engines?" Freddie wanted to
know.

"Yes, I guess it would be too bad not to let you see them, as long as
they are here, and it's a real fire," answered Mrs. Bobbsey. "I hope no
one was hurt next door," she added to her husband.

"I think not," he replied. "The fire is only a small one. It is almost
out."

So Freddie had his dearest wish come true in the middle of the night--he
saw some real fire engines puffing away, spouting sparks and smoke, and
pumping water on a real fire. Of course the little boy could not see the
water spurting from the hose, as that was happening inside the burning
building. But Freddie could see some of the firemen at work, and he
could see the engines shining in the light from the fire and the glare
of the electric lamps. So he was satisfied.

Bert and Nan were awakened, and they, too, looked out on the night
scene. They were glad it was not their hotel which was on fire. As for
Flossie, she slept so soundly that she never knew a thing about it until
the next morning. And then when Freddie told her, and talked about it at
the breakfast table, Flossie said:

"I don't care! I think you're real mean, Freddy Bobbsey, to have a fire
all to yourself!"

"Oh, my dear! that isn't nice to say," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "We thought it
better to let you sleep."

"Well, I wish I'd seen the fire," said Flossie. "I like to look at
something that's bright and shiny."

"Then you'll have a chance to see something like that this afternoon,"
said Mr. Bobbsey to his little girl.

"Where?" asked all the Bobbsey twins at once, for when their father
talked this way Nan and Bert were as eager as Flossie and Freddie.

"How would you all like to go to a theater show this afternoon--to a
matinee?" asked Mr. Bobbsey.

"Oh, lovely!" cried Flossie.

"Could Nell and Billy go?" asked Nan, kindly thinking of her little new
friends.

"Yes, we'll take the Martin children," Mr. Bobbsey promised.

"And will there be some red fire in the theater show?" Flossie wanted to
know.

"I think so," said her father. "It is a fairy play, about Cinderella,
and some others like her, and I guess there will be plenty of bright
lights and red fire."

"Will there be a fire engine?" asked Freddie. Of course you might have
known, without my telling you, that it was Freddie who asked that
question, But I thought I'd put his name down to make sure.

"I don't know about there being a fire engine in the play," said Mr.
Bobbsey. "I hardly think there will be one. But the play will be very
nice, I'm sure."

"I think so, too," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "We'll have a fine time."

"Will there be any cowboys or Indians in it?" Bert asked.

"Well, hardly, I think," his father answered. "But if we don't like the
play, after we get there, we can come home," he added, his eyes
twinkling.

"Oh, Daddy!" cried all the Bobbsey twins at once. And then, by the way
their father smiled, they knew he was only joking.

"Oh, we'll stay," laughed Bert.

"Oh, it's snowing!" cried Freddie as they left the breakfast table and
went to sit in the main parlor of the hotel. "It's snowing, and we can
have sleigh rides."

"If it gets deep enough," put in Bert. "I guess it won't be very deep
here, will it, Daddy?"

"Well, sometimes there is quite a bit of snow in Washington," answered
Mr. Bobbsey. "We'll have to wait and see."

"The snow won't keep us from going to show in the theater; will it?"
asked Nan.

"No," her mother said. "Nor to see the show given there," she added,
smiling.

After a visit to the Martins, to tell them of the treat in store, the
tickets were purchased, the Bobbseys had dinner, and, in due time, the
merry little party was at the theater.

They were shown to their seats, and then the children looked around,
waited eagerly for the curtain to go up, while Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey
talked together. More and more people came in. There were a large number
of children, for it was a play especially for them, though, of course,
lots of "grown-ups" came also.

The musicians entered and took their places on the funny little place
back of a brass rail. Then came the delicious thrills of the squeaking
violins as they were tuned, the tap-tap of the drum, the tinkle of a
piano, and the soft, low notes of a flute.

"Oh, it's going to begin soon," whispered Nell to Nan.

"I hope it's a good show," said Bert to his chum Billy, and trying to
speak as if he went to a matinee every other day at least.

"Oh, they have pretty good shows here," Billy said.

"Look!" suddenly whispered Nan, pointing to a box at their left. "Look
at the Chinese children!"

And, surely enough, into a near-by box came several boys and girls about
the age of the Bobbsey twins, and some almost babies, but they were
dressed in beautiful blue, golden and red silken garments. And with them
came their father, who also wore a silk robe of blue, embroidered with
golden birds.

"Who are they--some of the actors in the play?" asked Bert.

"No, that's the Chinese minister and some of his family, and I guess
some of their friends," explained Billy. "I've seen them before. They
don't often dress up in the same kind of clothes they wear in China, but
they did to-day."

"Oh, aren't they cute!" said Nell to Nan.

"Too lovely for anything!" agreed Nan enthusiastically.

Many eyes were on the box, but the Chinese minister and his beautifully
dressed children did not seem to mind being looked at. The children were
just as much interested in staring about the theater as were the Bobbsey
twins, and the Oriental tots probably thought that the other children
were even more queer than the American boys and girls thought the
Chinese to be.

Having given a good deal of attention to the Chinese children in the
box, the Bobbseys looked around the theater at the other little folk in
the audience.

"Oh, look at the funny fat boy over there!" cried out Freddie in a loud
voice.

"Hush, hush, Freddie!" whispered Nan quickly. "You mustn't talk so loud.
Every one will hear you."

"But he is awful fat, isn't he?" insisted Freddie.

"He isn't any fatter than you'll be if you keep on eating so much,"
remarked Bert.

"Oh, I don't eat any more than I have to," declared the little boy.
"When you are really and truly hungry you can't help eating. Nobody
can!"

"And you're hungry most all the time," said Bert.

"I'm not at all! I'm hungry only when--when--I'm hungry," was Freddie's
reply.

Then the orchestra began to play, and, a little later, the curtain went
up and the fairy play began.

I am not going to tell you about it, because you all know the story of
Cinderella. There she was, sitting among the ashes of the fire-place,
and in came the godmother who made a pumpkin turn into a golden coach,
and did all the other things just like the story.

The play was a little different from the story in some books. In one
scene a bad fairy sets off a lighted fire cracker under the palace of
the princess. And on the stage, when this happened, there was a loud
banging noise, just as Bert and Nan had often heard on the Fourth of
July.

"Bang'!" went the fire cracker.

"Oh!" cried Nell, and she gave a little jump, she was so surprised. And
many other were surprised, too, including the little Oriental children.
And they were so surprised that the smaller ones burst out crying.

"Oh dear! Oh dear!" they cried, in their own language, of course, and
the two smallest hid their faces down in their father's lap and cried
salty tears on his beautiful blue robe. But he didn't seem to mind a
bit.

He patted the heads of the little, sobbing tots, and every one in the
theater looked over toward the box, for the crying of the Chinese
children, who were frightened by the bang of the fire cracker, was very
loud crying indeed.



 CHAPTER XIX

"OH LOOK!"

FOR a time the actors on the stage, taking part in the fairy play, had
to stop. They could not go on because the Chinese children were crying
so hard. And really it was a strange thing to have happen.

Then Cinderella herself--or at least the young lady who was playing that
part--seeing what the matter was, stepped to the front of the stage and
said to the Chinese minister:

"Tell your little children there will be no more shooting. They will not
be frightened again. I am sorry it happened," and she bowed and kissed
her hand to the older boys and girls, in the box. They were not
frightened as were the smaller ones.

"It is all right. They will be themselves again soon. I thank you," said
the Chinese minister, rising and bowing to the actress. He spoke in
English, but with a queer little twist to his words, just as we would
speak queerly if we tried to talk Chinese.

Then the sobbing of the frightened children gradually ceased, and the
play went on. But the Bobbsey twins were almost as much interested in
the queer, beautifully dressed foreign children in the box as they were
in the play itself. Indeed Flossie and Freddie looked from the stage to
the box and from the box back to the stage again so often that their
mother said they would have stiff necks. However, they didn't have,
which only goes to show that children's necks can stand a great deal of
twisting and turning without getting tired.

So the play went on, and very pretty it was. Cinderella tried on the
glass slipper. It fitted perfectly, and everything came out all right,
and she and the prince lived happily forever after.

"Is that all?" asked Flossie, when the curtain went down for the last
time, and the people began getting up to leave.

"That's all," her mother told her. "Didn't you like it?"

"Oh, yes, it was nice," said Flossie. "But they didn't have as much red
fire as I wanted to see."

"And they didn't have a single fire engine!" sighed Freddie.

"Too bad!" laughed Bert. "We'll look for a show for you, Freddie, where
they have nothing but fire engines!"

But, after all, even without quite enough red fire and not a fire engine
on the stage, the play was enjoyed by the Bobbsey twins and their little
friends, the Martin children.

"Where are we going?' asked Nan, as they came out of the theater and Mr.
Bobbsey led the children toward a big automobile that stood at the curb.

"We are going to the Martins for the evening," answered Daddy Bobbsey.
"Mr. Martin sent down his auto for us, so we don't have to go out in the
storm."

"It was very kind of him," added Mrs. Bobbsey.

"I like the snow!" cried Freddie. "I'm going to make a snow fort, to-
morrow, and a snow man."

"And I'm going to make a little snow doll!" declared Flossie.

"Wait until you see if there's snow enough," advised Bert.

"Will there be much, do you think?" Nan inquired of Nell.

"Well, we don't often have a very heavy fall of snow here," was the
answer, "though it sometimes happens. It's snowing hard now."

And so it was, And the weather was getting cold, too, almost as cold as
back in Lakeport. But the Bobbseys were used to it. Their eyes were
shining and their cheeks were red. Flossie and Freddie tried to catch
the drifting snow flakes dancing down from the sky. But there was quite
a crowd on the side-walk coming out of the theater, and every one seemed
to get in the way of the little Bobbsey twins, so they did not have much
luck catching the white crystals.

Into the big, closed auto they piled, and soon they were rolling along
the snow-covered streets of Washington toward the home of Nell and Billy
Martin. Mr. and Mrs. Martin would be waiting at their house to greet the
Bobbseys. It was dark, now, and the lighted lamps made the snow sparkle
like a million diamonds.

"Oh, it's just lovely!" sighed Nan, as she leaned back against the
cushions and peered from the window.

"It looks just like a fairy play out there," and Nell pointed to the
glittering snow.

"It looks like--like one of those funny Christmas cards that twinkle
so!" declared Freddie.

"Oh, it will soon be Christmas, won't it?" exclaimed Flossie, who sat on
her mother's lap. "I wonder what I'll get!"

"I want something, too!" cried Freddie. "Oh, won't it be nice at
Christmas!"

"Yes, it will soon be here--much sooner than we think," said Mr.
Bobbsey.

"Shall we go home for Christmas?" Nan asked.

"Oh, yes," her father told her. "My business here is nearly finished,
and we'll go back to Lakeport next week."

"Aren't we going to buy anything to take home--souvenirs I mean?" added
Bert. "I promised to bring Sam something."

"And I want to take Dinah a present!" declared Nan.

"Yes, we must do a little shopping for things like that," said Mrs.
Bobbsey. "You children will have a chance next week."

And they talked of that, and the things they would buy, until the
automobile stopped at the Martin house, when they all went inside.

After supper, or dinner as it is more often called, the children had fun
playing games and looking at picture books, while the older folk talked
among themselves. Mr. and Mrs. Martin were quite interested in hearing
of how the Chinese children cried when the fire cracker went off.

"I have never seen any of the ambassadors or the ministers from the
Oriental countries wear their native dress," said Mr. Martin. "But there
is no reason why they shouldn't."

"No," said Mr. Bobbsey, "there isn't. If we went to a foreign country we
would want to wear the clothes we had always worn at home, and we
wouldn't like to be stared at for doing it, either."

The evening passed pleasantly, but at last Mrs. Bobbsey noticed that
Flossie and Freddie were getting sleepy, so she said they would have to
go back to the hotel and to bed.

"And I hope the fire engines don't wake us up to-night," said Nan. "I
want to sleep."

"I do, too," added her mother. Nothing happened that night, and in the
morning there was enough snow on the ground for the making of a small
snow man, at least, and as many snowballs as the children wanted to
throw at him. Flossie and Freddie were warmly dressed, and allowed to
play out in a little yard in front of the hotel. It was rather a treat
for Washington children to have as much snow as they now had, and many
were out enjoying it.

Flossie and Freddie played as they did at home, and Bert and Nan, with
Nell and Billy Martin, who came over, watched the smaller twins.

"Let's throw snowballs at a target," said Freddie presently. "I'm going
to play I'm a soldier and shoot the cannon."

"You haven't any target, Freddie Bobbsey," declared Flossie.

"Yes, I have, too!" answered her twin brother. "Just look here!"

Freddie had espied a small tin can standing in an areaway not far away.
He ran to get this, and then set it up on a near-by iron railing.

"There's my target!" he exclaimed; and both he and Flossie began to
throw snowballs at it and were in high glee when the can tumbled over.

Thus the fun went on for some time.

After lunch Mrs. Bobbsey said:

"Now, children, if you wish, you may go out and buy some souvenirs. As
long as Nell and Billy are here to go with you, I will not have to go,
since they know their way about the streets near our hotel. I'm going to
give you each a certain sum, and you may spend it in any way you like
for souvenirs to take home to Sam, Dinah and your other friends. Now
start out and have a good time."

The snow had stopped and the sun was shining, which meant that the white
covering would not last long. But it gave a touch of winter to
Washington, and the children liked it.

Down the street went the six children, two by two, the four Bobbsey
twins and Nell and Billy Martin. Flossie and Freddie walked together,
then came Billy and Bert, while Nan walked with Nell.

"Here's a store where they have nice things," said Nell, as they stopped
in front of one, the windows of which held all sorts of light and pretty
articles, from fans and postcards to vases and pocket knives, some with
tiny photographic views of Washington set in the handles.

"Let's go in there and buy something," proposed Bert.

In they trooped, and you may well believe me when I say that the woman
who kept this store had a busy half-hour trying to wait on the four
Bobbsey twins at once. Nell and Billy did not want to buy anything, but
the Bobbseys did.

At last, however, each one had bought something, and then Bert said:

"I know where to go next."

"Where?" asked Nan.

"Around the corner," her brother answered as they came out of the
souvenir shop. "There's a cheaper place there. I looked in the windows
yesterday and saw the prices marked. We haven't got much money left, and
we've got to go to a cheap place for the rest of our things."

"All right," agreed Nan, and Bert led the way. The other store, just as
he said, was only around the corner, and, as he had told his sister, the
windows were filled with many things, some of them marked at prices
which were very low.

Suddenly, as Nan was peering in through the glass, she gave a startled
cry, and, plucking Bert by the sleeve, exclaimed:

"Oh, look!"



 CHAPTER XX

A GREAT BARGAIN

Bert Bobbsey turned to look at his sister Nan. She was staring at
something in the jumble of articles in the second-hand shop window, and
what she saw seemed to excite Nan.

"What is it? What's the matter?" asked Bert, as Nan, once more,
exclaimed:

"Look! Oh, look!"

"Is it a fire?" eagerly asked Freddie, as he wiggled about to get a
better view of the window, since Bert and Nan stood so near it he could
not see very well. "Is it a fire?"

"Oh, you and your fires!" laughed Nell, as she put her hands lovingly on
his shoulders. "Don't you ever think of anything else?"

"Oh, is it a fire?" asked Freddie again.

"No, there isn't any fire," answered Billy, laughing, as his sister Nell
was doing, at Freddie's funny ideas.

"But it's something!" insisted Flossie, who had, by this time, wiggled
herself to a place beside Freddie, and so near the window that she could
flatten her little nose against it.

"What is it you see, Nan?" asked Bert. "If it's more souvenirs I don't
believe we can buy any. My money is 'most gone."

"Oh, but we must get these even if we have to go home for more money!"
exclaimed Nan. "Look, Bert! Right near those old brass candlesticks. See
that sugar bowl and pitcher?"

"I see 'em!" answered Bert.

"Don't you know whose they are?" rapidly whispered Nan. "Look at the way
they're painted? And see! On the bottom of the sugar bowl is a blue
lion! I can't see the letters 'J. W.' but they must be there. Oh, Bert!
don't you know what this means? Can't you see? 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. She could just manage to hold Bert's sleeve and point at the
window of the second-hand shop.

At last Bert "woke up," as he said afterward. His eyes opened wider, and
he stared with all his might at what Nan was pointing toward. There,
surely enough, among some old candlesticks, a pair of andirons, a
bellows for blowing a fire, was a sugar bowl and cream pitcher. And it
needed only a glance to make Bert feel sure that the two pieces of china
were decorated just as were Miss Pompret's.

But there was something more than this. The sugar bowl was turned over
so that the bottom part was toward the street. And on the bottom,
plainly to be seen, was a circle of gold. Inside the circle was a
picture of some animal in blue, and Nan, at least, felt sure it was a
blue lion. As she had said, no letters could be seen, but they might be
there.

"Don't you see, Bert?" asked Nan, as her brother waited several seconds
before speaking. "Don't you see that those are Miss Pompret's dishes?"

"Well," admitted the Bobbsey lad, "they look like 'em."

"They surely are!" declared Nan. "Oh, I'm so excited! Let's go right in
and buy them. Then we'll get a hundred dollars!"

She darted away from Bert's side, and was about to move toward the door
of the shop when Billy caught her by the coat sleeve.

"Wait a minute, Nan," he said.

"What for?" she asked.

"Until Bert and I talk this over," went on Billy, who, though he was not
much older than Nan, seemed to be, perhaps because he had lived in a
large city all his life. "You don't want to rush in and buy those dishes
so quick."

"Why not?" demanded Nan. "If I don't get 'em somebody else may, and you
know Miss Pompret offered a reward of a hundred dollars. These are the
two pieces missing from her set. Her set is 'broken' as she calls it, if
she doesn't have this sugar bowl and pitcher."

"Yes, I remember your telling me about Miss Pompret's reward," said
Billy. "But you'd better go a bit slow."

"Maybe somebody else'll buy 'em!" exclaimed Nan.

"Oh, I don't believe they will," said Nell, "This is a quiet street, and
this shop doesn't do much business. We only come here once in a while
because some things are cheaper. We never bought any second-hand
things."

"There's nobody coming down the street now," observed Bert, who was
beginning to agree with Billy in the matter. "If we see any one going in
that we think will buy the dishes, we can hurry in ahead of 'em. We'll
stand here and talk a minute. What is it you want to say, Billy?"

"Well, it's like this," went on the Washington boy. "I know these
second-hand men. If they think you want a thing they'll charge you a lot
of money for it. But if they think you don't want it very much they will
let you have it cheap. I know, 'cause a fellow and I wanted to get a
baseball glove in here one day. It was a second-hand one, but good. The
fellow I was with knew just how to do it.

"He went in, and asked the price of a lot of things, and said they were
all too high. Then he asked the price of the glove, just as if he didn't
care much whether he got it or not. The man said it was a dollar, but
when Jimmie--the boy who was with me--said he only had eighty cents, the
man let him have the glove for that."

"Oh, I see what you mean!" cried Nan. "You mean we must try to get a
bargain."

"Yes," said Billy. "Otherwise, if you go in and want to buy those dishes
first thing, the man may want five dollars for 'em."

"Oh, we haven't that much money!" cried Nan, much surprised.

"That's why I say we must go slow," said Billy. "Now you leave this to
me and Bert."

"I think it would be a good idea," declared Nell.

"All right! I will," agreed Nan. "But, oh, I do hope we can get those
dishes for Miss Pompret."

"And I hope we can get the reward of a hundred dollars," murmured Bert.

"I only hope they're the right dishes," said Billy.

"Oh, I'm sure they are," declared Nan. They have the blue lion on and
everything. And if they have the letters 'J. W.' on, then we'll know for
sure. Let's go in and see."

"We've got to go slow," declared Billy. "Mustn't be too fast. Let Bert
and me go ahead."

"I want to come in, too!" declared Freddie. "I want to buy a whistle. Do
they have whistles in here?"

"I guess so," answered Bert. "It will be a good thing to go in and ask
for, anyhow."

"Sort of excuse for going in," suggested Nell.

"Do they have ice cream cones?" asked Flossie. "I want something to
eat."

"I don't believe they have anything to eat in here," said Nell. "But we
can get that later, Flossie. Now you and Freddie be nice when we go in,
and after we come out I'll get you some ice cream."

"I'll be good!" promised Flossie.

"So'll I," agreed Freddie. "But I want a whistle, and if they have a
little fire engine I want that."

"You don't want much!" laughed Bert.

"Well, let's go in!" suggested Billy.

So, with the two boys in the lead, followed by Nell and Nan and Flossie
and Freddie, the children entered the second-hand and souvenir store.

A bell on the door rang with a loud clang as Billy opened it, and when
the children stepped inside the shop an old man with a black, curly
beard and long black hair that seemed as if it had never been combed,
came out from a back room.

"What you want to buy, little childrens?" he asked. "I got a lot of nice
things, cheap! Very cheap!"

"Well, if you've got something very cheap we might buy it," answered
Billy, with as nearly a grown-up manner as he could assume. "But we
haven't much money."

"Ha! Ha! That's what they all say!" exclaimed the old man. "But
everybody has more money that what I has. I'm very poor. I don't hardly
make a living I sell things so cheap. What you want to buy, little
childrens?"

"Have you got any whistles or fire engines?" burst out Freddie, unable
to wait any longer.

"Whistles? Lots of 'em!" exclaimed the man. "Here is a finest whistle
what ever was. Listen to it!"

He took one from the show case and blew into it. Not a sound came out.

"Ach! I guess that one is damaged," he said. "But I got other ones.
Here! Listen to this!"

The next one blew loud and shrill.

"I want that!" cried Freddie.

"Ten cents!" said the man, holding it out to the little boy.

"What?" cried Billy. "Why, I can buy those whistles for five cents
anywhere in Washington! Ten cents? I guess not!"

"Oh, well, take it for seven cents then," said the man. "What I care if
I die poor. Take it for seven cents!"

"No, sir!" exclaimed Billy firmly. "Five cents is all they cost, and
this is an old one."

"Oh, well. Take it for five then. What I care if you cheats a poor old
man? Such a boy as you are! Take it for five cents!" and he handed the
whistle to Freddie. But before he could take it Nan said, gently:

"I think it would be better for him to have a fresh one from the box.
That is all dusty."

The truth was she did not want Freddie to take a whistle the old man had
blown into.

"Oh, well, I gives you a fresh one," he said, and he took a new and
shining one from the box. Freddie blew it, making a shrill sound.

"What else you want to buy, little childrens?" asked the old man. "I
sell everythings cheap--everythings!"

"Ask how much the dishes are," whispered Nan to Billy. But he shook his
head, and looked around the shop. He looked everywhere but at the window
where the dishes were.

"Any sailboats?" asked Billy, as if that was all he had come in to
inquire about.

"Sailboats?" cried the man. "Sailboats?"

"Yes, toy sailboats."

"No, I haven't got any of them, but I got a nice football. Here I show
you!"

"I don't want a football. You can't play football when the snow is on
the ground!" exclaimed Bert, as the man started toward some shelves on
the other side of the room.

"I want a doll," whispered Flossie. "Just a little doll."

"A doll!" exclaimed the man. "Sure I gots a fine lot of dolls. See!"

Quickly he held out a large one with very blue eyes and hair just like
Flossie's.

"Only a dollar seventy-five," he said. "Very cheap!"

"Oh, that's too much!" exclaimed Nan. "We haven't that much money. She
wants only a little ten-cent doll."

"Oh, well, I have them kinds too!" said the man, in disappointed tones.
"Here you are!"

He held out one that did not appear to be very nice.

"You can get those for five cents in the other stores," whispered Nell.

"Better take it," said her brother. "Then I'll ask about the dishes."

"Yes, we'll take it," agreed Nan.

So Flossie was given her doll, and, even though it might have been only
five cents somewhere else, she liked it just as well.

"What else you wants to buy, childrens?" asked the old man. "I got lots
more things so cheap--oh, so very cheap!"

Billy and Bert strolled over to the window. They looked down in. Nan
crowded to their side. She felt sure, now, that the two pieces of china
were the very ones Miss Pompret wanted. If they could only get that
sugar bowl and pitcher!

"I wish you had a sailboat!" murmured Billy, as if that was all he cared
about. Then, turning to Nan he asked: "Would you like that sugar bowl
and pitcher?"

"Oh, yes, I think I would!" she exclaimed, trying not to make her voice
seem too eager.

"You might have a play party with them," Billy went on. If Miss Pompret
could have heard him then I feel sure she would have fainted, or had
what Dinah would call "a cat in a fit."

"You want those dishes?" asked the old man, as he reached over and
lifted the sugar bowl and pitcher from his window. "Ach! them is a great
bargain. I let you have them cheap. And see, not a chip or a crack on
'em. 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."

"Oh, I'm sure it's the same one!" insisted Nan. "We've found the missing
pieces, Bert, and we'll get--"

"Hush!" cautioned Billy, for the old man was coming back.

"You want to buy them?" he asked. "I sell cheap. It's a great bargain."

"Where did they come from?" asked Bert.

"Come from? How shoulds I know. Maybe I get 'em at a fire sale, or maybe
all the other dishes in that set get broken, and these all what are
left. Somebody bring 'em in, and I buys 'em, or my wife she buys 'em.
How can I tells so long ago?"

"Oh, well, maybe we might take 'em for the girls to have a play party
with their own set of dishes," went on Billy. "But I wish you had a toy
ship. How much for these dishes--this sugar bowl and pitcher?"

"How much? Oh, I let you have these very cheap. They is worth five
dollars--very rare china--very thin but hard to break. These is a good
bargain--a great bargain. You shall have them for--two dollars!"



 Chapter XXI

Just Suppose

Nan Bobbsey gave gasp, just as if she had fallen into a bath tub full of
cold water. Bert quickly glanced at his friend Billy. Nell had hurried
over to the other side of the room to stop Flossie from pulling a pile
of dusty magazines from a shelf down on top of herself. Billy seemed to
be the only one who was not excited.

"Two dollars?" he repeated. "That's a lot of money." "What? A lot of
money for rich childrens? Ha! Ha! That's only a little moneys!" laughed
the man, rubbing his hands.

"We aren't rich," said Bert. "And I don't believe we have two dollars."
He was pretty sure he and Nan had not that much, at any rate.

"How much you got?" asked the man eagerly. "Maybe I let you have these
dishes cheaper, but they's worth more as two dollars. How much you all
got?"

"How much have you?" asked Billy of Bert. Bert pulled some change from
his pocket. The two boys counted it.

"Eighty-seven cents," announced Bert, when they had counted it twice.

"Oh, that isn't half enough!" cried the old man.

"I have some money," announced Nan, bringing out her little purse.

"How much?" asked the man. That seemed to be all he could think about.

Nan and Nell counted the change. It amounted to thirty-two cents.

"How much is thirty-two and eighty-seven?" asked Nell.

Bert and Billy figured it on a piece of paper.

"A dollar and twenty-nine cents," announced, Bert.

"No, it's only a dollar and nineteen," declared Billy, who was a little
better at figures than was his chum.

"How much?" asked the old man, for the children had done their counting
on the other side of the room, and in whispers.

"A dollar and nineteen cents!" announced Billy.

"Oh, I couldn't let you have these dishes, for that," said the old man,
and he seemed about to take them from the counter where they had been
put, to place them back in the window.

"Wait a minute," said Billy. "These dishes are worth only a dollar, but
I have fifteen cents I can lend you, Bert. That will make a dollar and
thirty-four cents. That's all we have and if you don't want to sell the
dishes for that, we can go and get 'em somewhere else."

Nan was about to gasp out: "Oh!" but a look from Billy stopped her. She
saw what he was trying to do.

"A dollar thirty-four--that's all the moneys you got?" asked the old
man.

"Every cent we're going to give!" declared Billy firmly. "If you'll sell
the play dishes for that all right. If you won't--"

He seemed about to leave.

"Oh, well, what I cares if I die in the poor-house?" asked the old man.
"Here! Take 'em. But I am losing money. Those is valuable dishes. If I
had more I could sell 'em for ten dollars maybe. But as they is all I
got take 'em for a dollar and thirty-four. You couldn't make it a dollar
thirty-five, could you?"

"No," said Bert decidedly, "we couldn't!"

"Oh, dear!" sighed the old man. "Take 'em, then."

"They're awfully dusty," complained Nell, as she looked at the sugar
bowl and pitcher.

"That's 'cause they're so old and valuable, my dear," snarled the old
man. "But my wife she dust them off for you, and I wrap them up, though
I ought to charge you a penny for a sheet of paper. But what I care if I
dies in the poorhouse."

"Are you goin' there soon?" asked Flossie. "We've got a poorhouse at
Lakeport, and it's awful nice."

"Oh, well, little one, maybe I don't go there just yet," said the man
who spoke wrong words sometimes. "Here, Mina!" he called, and a woman,
almost as old as he, came from the back room. "Wipe off the dust. I have
sold the old dishes--the valuable old dishes."

"Ah, such a bargain as they got!" murmured the old woman. "Them is
valuable china. Such a bargains!"

"Where did you get them?" asked Nan, as the dishes were being wrapped
and the old man was counting over the nickels, dimes and pennies of the
children's money.

"Where I get them? Of how should I know? Maybe they come in by somebody
what sell them for money. Maybe we buy them in some old house like
Washington's. It is long ago. We have had them in the shop a long time,
but the older they are the better they get. They is all the better for
being old--a better bargain, my dear!" and the old woman smiled, showing
a mouth from which many teeth were missing.

"Well, come on," said Billy, when the dishes had been wrapped and given
to Bert, who carried them carefully. "But I wish you had some
sailboats," he said to the old man, as if that was all they had come in
to buy.

"I have some next week," answered the old man. "Comes around then and
have a big bargains in a sailsboats."

"Maybe I will," agreed Billy.

Out of the shop walked the Bobbsey twins and their chums, the Martin
children of Washington. And the hearts of Bert and Nan, at least, were
beating quickly with excitement and hope. As for Flossie, she was
holding her doll, and Freddie was blowing his whistle.

"I'm a regular fire engine now," declared Freddie. "Don't you hear how
the engine is blowing the whistle?"

"You'll have everybody looking at you, Freddie Bobbsey!" exclaimed
Flossie. "Nan, do make him stop his noise."

"Oh, let him blow his whistle if he wants to," said Bert. "It isn't
hurting anybody."

"I know what I'm going to do when I get home," said Flossie. "I'm going
to put a brand new dress on this doll, and give her a new hat, too."

"That will be nice," said Nan.

At that moment they had to cross at a street corner which was much
crowded. There was a policeman there to regulate the coming and going of
the people and carriages and automobiles, and when he blew his whistle
the traffic would go up and down one street, and then when he blew his
whistle again it would go up and down the other.

The policeman had just blown on his whistle, and the traffic was going
past the Bobbsey twins when Freddie gave a sudden loud blow. Immediately
some of the carriages and automobiles going in one direction stopped
short and the others commenced to go the other way.

"For gracious sake, Freddie! see what you have done," gasped Bert.

The traffic policeman who stood in the middle of the two streets looked
very much surprised. Then he saw it was Freddie who had blown the
whistle, and he shook his finger at the little boy in warning.

"He wants you to stop," said Nan, and made Freddie put the whistle in
his pocket for the time being.

Then the Bobbseys and their friends hurried on their way.

"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. "It doesn't seem that
they could be worth that."

"Oh, but she wants them to make up her set," said Bert. "Just these two
pieces are missing. I wonder how they came to be in that second-hand
store?"

"Maybe the tramp who took them years ago brought them here and sold
them," suggested Nan. "But I don't suppose we'll ever really find out."

Eager and excited, the Bobbsey twins and their friends walked back
toward the hotel.

"Won't mother and father be surprised when they find we have the Pompret
china?" asked Nan of her brother.

"Yes," he answered, "I guess they will. But, oh, Nan! Just suppose!"

"Suppose what?" she asked, for Bert seemed worried over something.

"Suppose these aren't the right dishes, after all? S'posin' these aren't
the ones Miss Pompret wants?"



 Chapter XXII

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.

"Well, I should say that these pieces were just like those in Miss
Pompret's set," said Mrs. Bobbsey, after a pause. "But whether they are
exactly the same or not, I can't tell. She would have to look at them
herself."

"I wish we could hurry home and show them to her," sighed Nan.

"So do I," said Bert. "I want to get that hundred dollars."

"Well, we'll be going back to Lakeport in a few days now," said his
mother. "Our stay in Washington is nearly over."

"Oh, dear!" sighed Nell. "I wish you could stay longer."

"So do I," added her brother Billy.

Bert gave Billy back the borrowed fifteen cents, and when Mr. 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. They were nicely entertained by the Martins, and went
on many excursions to places of interest. But, all the while, Bert and
Nan, at least, were thinking of the sugar bowl and pitcher, and the
hundred dollars reward Miss Pompret had promised.

"I do hope we don't have to give the dishes to Dinah for souvenirs,"
said Nan to Bert.

"I hope so, too," he agreed. "Anyhow, I bought Dinah a red handkerchief
with a yellow border and a green center. She likes bright colors."

"I bought her something, too, and for Sam I got something he can hang on
his watch chain," said Nan. "So if we have to give Dinah the dishes,
too, she'll have a lot of souvenirs."

At last the day came when the Bobbseys must leave Washington for
Lakeport. Goodbyes were said to the Martins, and they promised to visit
the Bobbseys at Lakeport some time. Mr. Bobbsey finished his lumber
business, and then with trunks and valises packed and locked, and with
the precious dishes put carefully in the middle of a satchel which Bert
insisted on carrying, the homeward trip was begun.

Not very much happened on it, except that once Bert forgot the valise
with the dishes in it, having left it in a car, but he thought of it in
time and ran back to get it just before the train was about to start
away with it. After that he was more careful.

"Well, honey lambs! I suah is glad to see yo' all back!" cried Dinah, as
she welcomed the Bobbsey twins at their own door. "Come right in, I'se
got lots fo' yo' all to eat! Come in, honey lambs! How am mah little fat
fairy and' mah little fireman?"

"Oh, we're fine, Dinah!" said Freddie, "And I saw a real fire and I
pulled the fire bell on the boat an'--an'--an'--everything!"

"Bress yo' heart, honey lamb! I guess yo' did!" laughed Dinah.

"And I got a little doll and my hat blew off the steeple!" cried
Flossie.

"Lan' sakes! Do tell!" cried Dinah.

"And we found Miss Pompret's dishes!" broke in Nan.

"And we're going to get the hundred dollars reward," added Bert. "'Cept,
of course, if they aren't the right ones you can have 'em for souvenirs,
Dinah."

"Bress yo' heart, honey lamb! Dinah's got all she wants when yo' all
come back. Now I go an' git somethin' to eat!"

The children--at least Nan and Bert--were so eager to have Miss Pompret
see the two dishes that they hardly ate any of the good things Dinah
provided. They wanted to go at once and call on the dear, old-fashioned
lady, but their father and mother made them wait.

At last, however, when they had all rested a bit, Mr. Bobbsey took Nan
and Bert with him and went to call on Miss Pompret. The dishes,
carefully washed by Mrs. Bobbsey, were carried along, wrapped in soft
paper.

"Oh, I am glad to see my little friends again," said Miss Pompret, as
she greeted Nan and Bert. "Did you have a nice time in Washington?"

"Yes'm," answered Bert. "And we brought you--"

"We found your missing sugar bowl and pitcher!" broke in Nan. "Anyhow,
we hope they're yours, and we paid the old man a dollar and thirty-four
cents and--"

"You--you found my sugar bowl and pitcher!" exclaimed Miss Pompret, and
Mr. Bobbsey said, afterward, that she turned a little pale. "Really do
you mean it--after all these years?"

"Well, they look like your dishes," said Mr. Bobbsey. "The children saw
them in a second-hand store window, and went in and bought them. I hope,
for your sake, they are the right pieces."

"I can soon tell," said the old lady. "There is not another set like the
ancient Pompret china in this country. Oh, I am so anxious!"

Her thin, white hands, themselves almost like china, trembled as she
unwrapped the pieces. And then, as she saw them, she gave a cry of joy
and exclaimed:

"Yes! They are the very same! Those are the two pieces missing from my
set! Now it is complete! Oh, how thankful I am that I have the Pompret
china set together again! Oh, thank you, children, thank you!" and she
threw her arms about Nan and kissed her, while she shook hands with
Bert, much to that young boy's relief. He hated being kissed.

"Are you sure these are the two pieces from your set?" asked Mr.
Bobbsey.

"Positive," answered Miss Pompret. "See? Here is the blue lion in the
circle of gold, and initials 'J. W.' There can be no mistake. And now
how did you find them?"

Bert and Nan told, and related how Billy had bargained for the two
pieces. They all wondered how the second-hand man had come by them, but
they never found out.

Miss Pompret carefully placed the sugar bowl and pitcher in the glass-
doored closet with her other pieces. She looked at them for several
seconds. They matched perfectly.

"Now, once more, after many years, my precious set of china is together
again," she murmured.

She went over to a desk and began to write. A little later she handed a
slip of blue paper to Mr. Bobbsey.

"What is this?" he asked.

"A check for one hundred dollars," answered Miss Pompret. "It is the
reward I promised for the finding of my china. I have made the check out
to you, Mr. Bobbsey. You can get the money and give half to Nan and half
to Bert."

Mr. Bobbsey slowly shook his head. Then he handed the blue check back to
Miss Pompret.

"Their mother and I couldn't think of letting the children take the
hundred dollars just for having discovered your dishes, Miss Pompret,"
he said. "I thank you very much, but Nan and Bert would not want it,
themselves," he went on." They really did not earn the money. It was
just good luck; and so, I'm sure, they would rather the money would go
to the Red Cross. Wouldn't you?" he asked Nan and Bert.

For a moment only did they hesitate. Then with a sigh, which she tried
hard to keep back. Nan said:

"Oh, yes. It wouldn't be right to take a hundred dollars just for two
dishes."

"No," agreed Bert, "it wouldn't. Please give the money to the Red
Cross."

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."

"It would hardly be right for the children to have so much money," he
said. "The Red Cross needs it for poor and starving children in other
lands."

"Very well," answered Miss Pompret. "But at least let me give them back
the dollar and thirty-four cents they spent to get the dishes. That was
their own spending money, I presume."

"Yes," said Mr. Bobbsey, "it was. And I don't mind if you give that
back."

So Nan and Bert did not really lose anything, and soon the disappointed
feeling about not getting the reward wore off. They were glad it was to
go to the Red Cross.

And the next morning, when they awakened to find the ground a foot deep
in snow, their joy knew no bounds. They forgot all about rewards, china
dishes, and even Washington.

"Now for some coasting!" cried Bert.

"And snow men!" added Freddie.

"And I'm going to make a snow house for my Washington doll!" cried
Flossie.

"Oh, I love snow!" ejaculated Nan. "It's lovely to have it come so near
Christmas!"

"That's so!" exclaimed Bert. "It soon will be Christmas! Now let's go
out and have some fun in the snow!"

And they did, rolling and tumbling about, making snow men and houses,
and coasting on their sleds.

Miss Pompret wrote Mr. Bobbsey a letter. stating that she had sent a
check for one hundred dollars to the Red Cross in the names of Bert and
Nan Bobbsey.

"That was certainly very nice of her," said Mrs. Bobbsey, when her
husband read this letter to her.

"Well, Miss Pompret is a very nice lady," answered Mr. Bobbsey. "I am
very glad that the children got those missing dishes back for her."

"So am I. She has been greatly worried for years over them."

Slowly the snow flakes drifted down, another storm following the first.
It was the night before Christmas.

"I wonder what we'll get?" murmured Nan as she and Bert went up to their
rooms.

"I hope I get a pair of shoe-hockeys," he said.

"And I want a fur coat," said Nan.

And when Christmas morning dawned, with the sun shining on the new,
sparkling snow, it also shone on the piles of presents for the Bobbsey
twins.

There were a number for each one, and, in a separate place on the table
were two large packages. One was marked for Nan and the other for Bert,
and each bore the words: "From Miss Alicia Pompret, to the little
friends who restored my missing china."

"Oh, mine's a fur coat!" cried Nan, as she opened her package. "A fur
coat and story books!"

"And mine's shoe-hockeys--the best ever!" shouted Bert. "And an air
rifle and books too!"

And so their dreams came true, and it was the happiest Christmas they
ever remembered. And Miss Pompret was happy too.

The End.




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