We'll fix up a date and write to you.

Goodbye." Dick went back to Little Beeding and asked for his father.

The old gentleman added to his other foibles that of a collector.

It was the only taste he had which was really productive, for he owned a collection of miniatures, gathered together throughout his life, which would have realised a fortune if it had been sold at Christie's.

He kept it arranged in cabinets in the library and Dick found him bending over one of the drawers and rearranging his treasures.
"I have seen Aunt Margaret," he said.