“Not as I remember.”

“Oh, kings have slathers of them.”

“Well, I don’ know no kings, Tom.”

“I reckon you don’t. But if you was to go to Europe you’d see a raft of ’em hopping around.”

“Do they hop?”

“Hop? — your granny! No!”

“Well, what did you say they did, for?”

“Shucks, I only meant you’d see ’em — not hopping, of course — what do they want to hop for? — but I mean you’d just see ’em — scattered around, you know, in a kind of a general way. Like that old humpbacked Richard.”