Michael had nearly cried . ` Nobody wants me , ' he said , and of course the lady in evening-dress could not stand that . ' I do , ' she said , ' I so want a third child . ' ` Boy or girl ? ' asked Michael , not too hopefully . ` Boy . ' Then he had leapt into her arms . Such a little thing for Mr. and Mrs. Darling and Nana to recall now , but not so little if that was to be Michael 's last night in the nursery . They go on with their recollections . ` It was then that I rushed in like a tornado , was n't it ? ' Mr. Darling would say , scorning himself ; and indeed he had been like a tornado . Perhaps there was some excuse for him . He , too , had been dressing for the party , and all had gone well with him until he came to his tie . It is an astounding thing to have to tell , but this man , though he knew about stocks and shares , had no real mastery of his tie . Sometimes the thing yielded to him without a contest , but there were occasions when it would have been better for the house if he had swallowed his pride and used a made-up tie . This was such an occasion . He came rushing into the nursery with the crumpled little brute of a tie in his hand . ` Why , what is the matter , father dear ? ' ` Matter ! ' he yelled ; he really yelled .
` This XXXXX , it will not tie . '
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