"
Albert said doubtfully that that wasn't exactly the sort of
medal he meant.
"Perhaps not," returned Stedman, as he began fumbling in his
trunk; "but the King won't know the difference. He couldn't
tell a cross of the Legion of Honor from a medal for the tug
of war."
So the bicycle medals, of which Stedman seemed to have an
innumerable quantity, were strung in profusion over Albert's
uniform, and in a lesser quantity over Stedman's; while a
handful of leaden ones, those sold on the streets for the
Constitutional Centennial, with which Albert had provided
himself, were wrapped up in a red silk handkerchief for
presentation to the King; with them Albert placed a number of
brass rods and brass chains, much to Stedman's delighted
approval.
"That is a very good idea," he said. "Democratic simplicity
is the right thing at home, of course; but when you go abroad
and mix with crowned heads, you want to show them that you
know what's what."
"Well," said Albert, gravely, "I sincerely hope this crowned
head don't know what's what. If he reads `Connecticut
Agricultural State Fair. One mile bicycle race.
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