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The King leaned from his carriage window and fixed his eyes di-rectly on Bartholomew Cubbins. ‟Well . . .? Well . . .?” he demanded.

Bartholomew shook with fright. ‟I ought to say something,” he thought to himself. But he could think of nothing to say.

‟Well?” demanded the King again. ‟Do you or do you not take off your hat before your King?”

‟Yes, indeed, Sire,” answered Bartholomew, feeling greatly re-lieved. ‟I do take off my hat before my King.”

‟Then take it off this very instant,” commanded the King more loudly than before.

‟But, Sire, my hat is off,” answered Bartholomew.

‟Such impudence!” shouted the King, shaking an angry finger. ‟How dare you stand there and tell me your hat is off!”

‟I don’t like to say you are wrong, Sire,” said Bartholomew very politely, ‟but you see my hat is off.” And he showed the King the hat in his hand.

‟If that’s your hat in your hand,” demanded the King, ‟what’s that on your head?”

‟On my head?” gasped Bartholomew. There did seem to be some-thing on his head. He reached up his hand and touched a hat!