A few days later his secretary brought him a letter.
'I say, Geraldine,' he cried, genuinely moved, on reading it. 'What do you think? The Anti-Breakfast League want me to be the President of the League.'
'And shall you accept?' she asked.
'Oh, certainly!' said Henry. 'And I shall suggest that it's called the National Anti-Breakfast League in future.'
'That will be much better, dearest,' Geraldine smiled.