_do_ you get biscuits to brown so nice?” and “Where, for the land's sake, _did_ you get these amaz'n pickles?” and all that kind of humbug talky-talk, just the way people always does at a supper, you know. And when it was all done me and the hare-lip had supper in the kitchen off of the leavings, whilst the others was helping the niggers clean up the things.  The hare-lip she got to pumping me about England, and blest if I didn't think the ice was getting mighty thin sometimes.  She says: “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: “I mean he goes to our church regular when he's in Sheffield.  That's only in the summer time, when he comes there to take the sea baths.” “Why, how you talk--Sheffield ain't on the sea.” “Well, who said it was?” “Why, you did.” “I _didn't_ nuther.” “You did!” “I didn't.” “You did.” “I never said nothing of the kind.” “Well, what _did_ you say, then?” “Said he come to take the sea _baths_--that's what I said.” “Well, then, how's he going to take the sea baths if it ain't on the sea?” “Looky here,” I says; “did you ever see any Congress-water?” “Yes.” “Well, did you have to go to Congress to get it?” “Why, no.” “Well, neither does William Fourth have to go to the sea to get a sea bath.” “How does he get it, then?” “Gets it the way people down here gets Congress-water--in barrels.  There in the palace at Sheffield they've got furnaces, and he wants his water hot.  They can't bile that amount of water away off ther