There was a whimsical little look in Donald's face, which an American street gamin would have interpreted as “what are you giving us?” He did not say anything, however; and just then Harold, who had strolled on by himself, came toward them, his face aglow with merriment. “I believe”--speaking to Donald--“you said you'd like to see a live Knight of the Garter; now come right along quickly and I'll show you one.”