Denman's
album. Mr. Denman had been collecting forty years, and
his collection was said to be worth a mint of money.
"Agnes," she went on, "if you were a kind little girl,
you would run over to the 'All, tell Mr. Denman there's
a connaisseer in the 'ouse, and ask him if one of the
young gentlemen might bring the album down."
"I should like to see his exchanges too," I cried,
rising to the occasion. "I may have some of mine in my
pocket-book, and we might trade."
Half an hour later Mr. Denman arrived himself with a
most unconscionable volume under his arm.
"Ah, sir," he cried, "when I 'eard you was a collector
I dropped all. It's a saying of mine, Mr. Dodsley,
that collecting stamps makes all collectors kin. It's
a bond, sir; it creates a bond."
Upon the truth of this I cannot say; but there is no
doubt that the attempt to pass yourself off for a
collector falsely creates a precarious situation.
"Ah, here's the second issue!" I would say, after
consulting the legend at the side. "The pink--no, I
mean the mauve--yes, that's the beauty of this lot.
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