The President brushed up his moustache still higher and looked round in triumph. All of us were completely cowed—all of us, except little Windsor.
“Just a moment, Sir,” said the latter gently. “Before you leave us will you kindly accept this?”
He took out his tie-pin and laid it in the other’s hand.
For the first time the burly one’s confidence deserted him. He reddened slightly and looked embarrassed.
“It’s very kind of you,” he said, “but really I—I don’t quite understand.”
“It’s a birthday present for you,” said Windsor sweetly.
Humorous Artist. “I’ve brought you an original funny joke this time. A friend of mine thought of it.”