Collecting Stamps

It was five o'clock on Sunday afternoon. Irwan and Mira left for Andi's house. Andi is their cousin. Irwan wore his brown trousers and white shirt. Mira wore her green dress. They rode to Andi's house on their brackets.

"Hello, Aunt Tina," they said when they arrived. "Hello," Mrs. Wijaya said, "I think Andi is expecting you. He's in the living-room working on his stamps".

"Irwan and Mira went into the living-room".

"Hi Andi," they said.

"Hi Irwan, Hello Mira. Come in. Sit down and look at my stamps. I have some new ones," said Andi. He showed his stamps to his cousins.

"Oh," said Irwan, "You have some good ones. How long have collected them?"

"I've collected them since last year. My Father's office receives letter from other towns, and also from other countries. So he often gives me stamps," said Andi.

"I like this one, Andi," said Mira. "It's from India, isn't it?"

"Yes," said Andi. "Uncle Ahmad has given stamps to me. He's in New Delhi now. He has been there for two years."

"Have you got stamps from Africa yet?" asked Irwan.

"No, I haven’t had any yet. But I'd like to get some."

"I can give you some," said Irwan.

"Thanks, and I can give you some stamps from India," said Andi.

"That's fine," said Irwan. "Then we can trade some stamps."

The children talked about their stamps for a while. Irwan and Mira went home at 5.30 p.m.