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a rug over his arm, and summat under it. And
he lays it down on that there seat, and Thomas
shows him into the droring-room. Then
Benson says: ‘Dinner’ll be ready in five
minutes; how tired I do feel!’ Then he takes
the libbuty of sitting hisself down on his royal-
iness’s rug, and he says, asking your pardon,
‘T’ve had about enough of service here. I’m
about tired, and I thinks of bettering myself. I
wish I was at the king’s court, and butler.’
But before the words was out of his mouth, off
he flies like a shot through the open door, and
his royaliness’s parcel with him. I run to the
door, and there he was, flying right hover the
town, in a northerly direction. And that’s all
I know; for I would not tell a lie, not if it was