I want the processes carefully explained, for this
boy may be a china-maker himself some day. If I do not join you before
noontime bring all that is left of him back to the conservatory so I
can take him to lunch."
Mr. Marwood laughed, and so did Theo.
Then they passed out.
"Good luck!" called Mr. Croyden after them as he turned to take up his
mail.
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CHAPTER XV
HOW PORCELAIN IS MADE
"We'll go to the slip-house first where the clay bins are,"
Mr. Marwood said to Theo, "that you may start at the very beginning of
things. That is where the cars run in and unload the raw material."
They walked down a long corridor and rang for the elevator.
As the car shot to the basement Theo noticed a change in the
appearance of the factory. On every floor they passed there was a hum
of machinery and a glimpse of endless rows of china dishes; they stood
on shelves; they covered tables; they were stacked one within another
upon long counters.
"Some dishes, eh?" Mr. Marwood laughed, reading the boy's thought.
"I never saw so many in my life!"
"You will see many more before you are through," remarked his
companion.
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