"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."

     "Richard? What's his other name?"

     "He didn't have any other name. Kings don't have any but a given name."

     "No?"

     "But they don't."