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as I do at seventy-one." Here the voice trembled. 

 There were not many dry eyes. The quiver ran 

 through the party, and without another word the Queen 

 sat slowly down. I was very, very proud of that 

 seventy-year old (I am often that), and deeply moved, 

 as she was, by this touching evidence of the regard of 

 the coaching-party for her. 



This incident led to some funny stories about pres- 

 entation speeches. Upon a recent occasion, not far 

 from Paisley, Aggie told us, a worthy deacon had been 

 selected to present a robe to the minister. The church 

 was crowded, and the recipient stood expectantly at the 

 foot of the pulpit, surrounded by the members of his 

 family. Amid breathless silence the committee entered 

 and marched up the aisle, headed by the deacon bearing 

 the gift in his extended arms. On reaching the pulpit 

 a stand was made, but never a word came from the 

 deacon, down whose brow the perspiration rolled in 

 great drops. He was in a daze, but a touch from one 

 of the committee brought him back to something like a 

 realizing sense of his position, and he stammered out, as 

 he handed the robe to the minister: 



" Mr. Broon, 

 Here's the goon." 



You need not laugh. It is not likely that you could 

 make as good a speech, which, I'll wager, is far better 

 than the one over which he had spent sleepless nights, 



