More than a century ago the nobility of England, in their colourful finery, were on a fox hunt. They came to an area with a closed gate where a ragged youngster sat nearby.
"Open the gate, Lad" said the leader of the hunt.
"No, this property belongs to my father, and he desires it left shut," answered the boy.
"Open the gate, lad. Do you know who I am?"
"No, sir."
"I am the Duke of Wellington."
"The Duke of Wellington, this nation’s hero, would not ask me to disobey my father."
The riders of the hunt silently rode on.
