Bobbsey. "They were boys then, sixteen
or seventeen years old, and now they would be grown men. No, I don't
believe Mr. Hickson will ever find his sons, though I wish he might,
for I think it would make him much happier."
Bert and Nan wished they might help their father's friend to find his
sons, but they did not see how it could be done. They even talked
about it to Miss Pompret, the woman whose rare china they had so
strangely discovered.
"Well, you Bobbsey twins are very lucky," said Miss Pompret, when Nan
and Bert were at her house one early spring day. "You were very lucky
about my china, and maybe you will be lucky about Mr. Hickson's sons.
I hope he finds them. It is very sad to be old and to have no one in
the world who really belongs to you. I hope you may be able to help
him."
As has been said, the spring had come. The Bobbsey twins and the other
children of Lakeport had made the most of winter while it lasted. They
had built snow houses, snow men and had had snowball battles--at
least--Bert, Charley Mason and Danny Rugg and the bigger boys, as well
as Nan and her particular girl friends, had.
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