“Did you ever see the king?”

“Who? William Fourth? Well, I bet I have⁠—he goes to our church.” I knowed he was dead years ago, but I never let on. So when I says he goes to our church, she says:

“What⁠—regular?”

“Yes⁠—regular. His pew’s right over opposite ourn⁠—on t’other side the pulpit.”

“I thought he lived in London?”

“Well, he does. Where would he live?”

“But I thought you lived in Sheffield?”

I see I was up a stump. I had to let on to get choked with a chicken bone, so as to get time to think how to get down again. Then I says: