And the Tradespeople found that the Books were not so big as they used to be, and they began to say that it was a Pity when people who had Money didn't know how to spend it.
But the Truth is that they were all wrong; he was a Collector. That was how the Money went.
He never told anyone about his Collection, but he kept it in the Top Drawer of his Desk till it got too big and overflowed into the Second Drawer, and then into the Third, and so on.
He was quite determined that his Collection should be complete and should contain Every Sound Specimen—that was partly why he kept reading the Papers. But he didn't mind having Duplicates as long as they had Different Dates. There was one Specimen of which he got a Duplicate every Week.
One of his Rules was never to allow any Specimen into his Collection unless it had a Stamp on it.
It was quite a New Sort of Collection. It was made up of Receipts from the People who were running All The Different War Funds.
THE SOLDIER'S COAT.
After his ample dinner, William sank into the big chair before the fire, and with a book on his knee became lost in thought.
He woke half-an-hour later to observe that Margaret was knitting.