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 tie , it will not tie . '' He became dangerously sarcastic . `` Not round my neck ! Round the bed-post !
Oh yes , twenty times have I made it up round the XXXXX , but round my neck , no !
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