Suddenly she pounced on a beautifully decorated teapot, and held it up in admiring hands.
"Oh, what a pretty teapot! And what a cute little plate it sets in!" she cried.
The collector fairly bubbled over with joy.
"That's a Lowestoft--a real Lowestoft!" he crowed.

"Not that hard-paste stuff from the Orient that's CALLED Lowestoft, but the real thing--English, you know.

And that's the tray that goes with it, too.

Wonderful--how I got them both! You know they 'most always get separated.

I paid a cool hundred for them, anyhow." "A hundred dollars for a teapot!" gasped Billy.
"Yes; and here's a nice little piece of lustre-ware.