Then, looking at the boy quickly, he said: "Do you collect postage-stamps ?" Edward said he did.
"Well, I have some right here, then;" and going to a drawer in a desk he took out a bundle of letters, and cut out the postage-stamps and gave them to the boy.
"There's one from the Netherlands.

There's where I was born," Edward ventured to say.
"In the Netherlands?
Then you are a real Dutchman.

Well! Well!" he said, laying down his pen.

"Can you read Dutch ?" The boy said he could.
"Then," said the poet, "you are just the boy I am looking for." And going to a bookcase behind him he brought out a book, and handing it to the boy, he said, his eyes laughing: "Can you read that ?" "Yes, indeed," said Edward.

"These are your poems in Dutch." "That's right," he said.