"My publishers, to please me, have gotten out this tiny wee set.

And here," as he counted the little sets, "they have sent me six sets.

Are they not exquisite little things ?" and he fondled them with loving glee.

"Lucky, too, for me that they should happen to come now, for I have been wondering what I could give you as a souvenir of your visit to me, and here it is, sure enough! My publishers must have guessed you were here and my mind at the same time.

Now, if you would like it, you shall carry home one of these little sets, and I'll just write a piece from one of my poems and your name on the fly-leaf of each volume.