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.
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