“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.”

“Well, if they like it, Tom, all right; but I don’t want to be a king and have only just a given name, like a nigger. But say⁠—where you going to dig first?”