Now, my little boy, Willie, collects stamps; he's tired of them now, but that doesn't matter.

At that time, however, he was so taken up with them that he could talk of nothing else.

Well, as I was saying, I noticed this stamp, and asked the postman what country it came from.

He told me it was from Italy, and that the letter was for the gentleman next door.

'The next time I see him,' I said to myself, 'I'll ask him for that stamp for Willie.' I had my opportunity that self-same minute, for, just as I was going down the garden there to where my husband was doing a little cabbage-planting, he came into his front verandah.