"I guess because you make it all so much like a story book," answered Theo frankly. "How did you happen to know so much about it, Mr. Croyden?"
"Why, it chances to be my business, son," Mr. Croyden replied. "In Trenton, New Jersey, where I live, we make quantities of earthenware and porcelain; more of it than anywhere else in the United States. That is the way I earn my money to come on fishing trips."
"Oh, I see! Then of course it is no wonder that you know all about it!" cried Theo.
"I know some things, but not all," was Mr. Croyden's answer. "However, since you like to hear about it I am ready and glad to tell you what I can. We will have a session on French pottery to-night, if you say so; there are some things I want you to know before we take up the making of the English wares."
"Whatever you say!" exclaimed Theo.
"Very well. I'll be back after dinner, and unless your father wants you for something else we'll have a nice evening together before your bedtime."
Mr. Croyden was as good as his word.
Theo had just finished his share of the big trout when into his room came the china merchant.
"Your father and Manuel are busy icing some fish to ship home, so here I am," he affirmed.
After dragging a steamer chair up to Theo's bedside and stretching himself comfortably in it the elder man began: