"Yes; I think it's the biggest lot you've ever had. Last time there were only seventeen."
"And what did we do about them?" I asked.
"You went through them and nothing happened."
"I didn't send any back?" I said in astonishment.
"No. You got ready to, and then, I don't know why, but you didn't."
"What a low trick!" I said. "Worse than borrowing books. Some of these are pretty good, aren't they?"
"Yes, this one"—holding up F.W.H.—"is a beauty. The very finest quality."
I took it and felt it.
"It is," I said. "I wonder where he buys them. Bond Street, I suppose. Is there anything else as good as that one?"
"No, nothing quite so good; but these are all right;" and I was handed E.F. and M.L.K.