? ? ? ? "Why, how you talk!" says the king. "We shan't rob 'em of nothing at all but jest this money. The people that buys the property is the suff'rers; because as soon's it's found out 'at we didn't own it- which won't be long after we've slid- the sale won't be valid, and it'll all go back to the estate. These-yer orphans'll git their house back agin, and that's enough for them; they're young and spry, and k'n easy earn a livin'. They ain't agoing to suffer. Why, jest think- there's thous'n's and thous'n's that ain't nigh so well off. Bless you, they ain't got noth'n to complain of."
? ? ? ? Well, the king he talked him blind; so at last he give in, and said all right, but said he believed it was blame foolishness to stay, and that doctor hanging over them. But the king says:
? ? ? ? "Cuss the doctor! What do we k'yer for him? Hain't we got all the fools in town on our side? and ain't that a big enough majority in any town?"
? ? ? ? So they got ready to go down stairs again. The duke says:
? ? ? ? "I don't think we put that money in a good place.
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