than that—and here we've gone and sold 'em for a song. Yes, and ain't privileged to sing the song, yet. Say, where is that song?—that draft?"
"In the bank for to be collected. Where would it be?"
"Well, that's all right then, thank goodness."
Says I, kind of timid-like:
"Is something gone wrong?"
The king whirls on me and rips out:
"None o' your business! You keep your head shet, and
JAWING.
mind y'r own affairs—if you got any. Long as you're in this town, don't you forgit that, you hear?" Then he says to the duke: "We got to jest swaller it, and say noth'n: mum's the word for us."
As they was starting down the ladder, the duke he chuckles again, and says:
"Quick sales and small profits! It's a good business—уеs."
The king snarls around on him and says:
"I was trying to do for the best, in sellin' 'm out so quick.
