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to Solomon.

"Ayes! Kind o' skeered like! 'Twere a han'some yoke o' men totin'
him--well broke, too, I guess. Pulled even an' nobody yellin' gee er
haw er whoa hush."

"You know it isn't proper for kings and queens to walk in public," Jack
answered.

Again Solomon had on his shooting face. With his left eye closed, he
took deliberate aim with the other at the subject before them and thus
discharged his impressions.

"Uh huh! I suppose 'twouldn't do fer 'em to be like other folks so
they have to have some extry pairs o' legs to kind o' put 'on when they
go ou'doors. I wonder if they ain't obleeged to have an extry set o'
brains fer public use."

"They have quantities of 'em all made and furnished to order and stored
in the court," said Jack. "His own mind is only for use in the private
rooms."

"I should think 'twould git out o' order," Solomon remarked.

"It does. They say he's been as crazy as a loon."

Soon the two observers became interested in a band of sooty-faced
chimney sweeps decorated with ribbands and gilt paper. They were
making musical sounds with their brushes and scrapers and soliciting
gifts from the passing crowd and, now and then, scrambling for tossed
coins.

In the Ave Mary Lane they saw a procession of milk men and maids
carrying wreaths of flowers on wheelbarrows, the first of which held a
large white pyramid which seemed to be a symbol of their calling. They
were also begging.

"It's a lickpenny place," said Jack.

"Somebody's got to do some 'arnin' to pay fer all the foolin' eround,"
Solomon answered. "If I was to stay here I'd git myself ragged up like
these 'ere savages and jine the tribe er else I'd lose the use o' my
legs an' spend all my money bein' toted. I ain't used to settin' down
when I move, you hear to me."

"I'll take you to Doctor Franklin's tailor," Jack proposed.

"Major Washington tol' me whar to go. I got the name an' the street
all writ down plain in my wallet but I got t' go hum."

They had stopped at the door of the famous American. Jack and Solomon
went in and sat down with a dozen others to await their turn.

When they had been conducted to the presence of the great man he took
Solomon's hand and said:

"Mr. Binkus, I am glad to bid you welcome."

He looked down at the sinewy, big-boned, right hand of the scout, still
holding it.

"Will you step over to the window a moment and give me a look at your
hands?" he asked.

They went to