"God save you," says the King to the young man.
"God save you kindly, King O'Toole," says the young man.
"True for you," says the King. "I am King O'Toole," says he, "prince
and plennypennytinchery of these parts," says he; "but how came ye to
know that?" says he.
"Oh, never mind," says Saint Kavin.
You see it was Saint Kavin, sure enough--the saint himself in
disguise, and nobody else. "Oh, never mind," says he, "I know more
than that. May I make bold to ask how is your goose, King O'Toole?"
says he.
"Blur-an-agers, how came ye to know about my goose?" says the King.
"Oh, no matter; I was given to understand it," says Saint Kavin.
After some more talk the King says, "What are you?"
"I'm an honest man," says Saint Kavin.
"Well, honest man," says the King, "and how is it you make your money
so aisy?"
"By makin' old things as good as new," says Saint Kavin.
"Is it a tinker you are?" says the King.
"No," says the saint; "I'm no tinker by trade, King O'Toole; I've a
better trade than a tinker," says he--"what would you say," says he,
"If I made your old goose as good as new?"
My dear, at the word of making his goose as good as new, you'd think
the poor old King's eyes were ready to jump out of his head.
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