“Never took a President of the United States?” demanded the man, sharply.
“I think not, sir.”
“I understood differently, understand, I understood differently,” cried the man, raising his voice and jumping to his feet. “I am not to be imposed upon, either,” he added.
“I am not imposing on you,” returned Bob, gently. He realized at once that the man was not right in his mind. “We would willingly take a President, if he would grant us a sitting.”
“Ah! so I thought. That’s the reason I came here. Do you know who I am?”
“I do not, sir.”
“I am the President of the Sandwich Islands—appointed by act of Congress last month. Take off your hat.”
As Bob had no hat on, he could not comply with this demand. His failure to do as bidden seemed to anger the man, who was nothing more or less than crazy.
“Did you hear me, sir?”
“I did; but I haven’t any hat on.”