I didn't.

But his voice was fine, and he looked just too grand for anything, with the light on his noble brow, and he used the loveliest big words that I ever heard.

And folks clapped, and looked at each other, and nodded, and once or twice they laughed.

And when he was all through they clapped again, harder than ever.

And I was so proud of him I wanted to stand right up and holler, "He's my father! He's my father!" just as loud as I could.