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 git up, I must hab de sheet any how, ‘cause dey’r waitin’ for de table clof.”

George III. while walking one day at Windsor, met a smart little boy who was dressed in a suit of new clothes. The king, addressing him in his familiar way, said, “Well, my little fellow to whom do you belong?” The boy knew the king, and answered, “An’t please your Majesty, I belong to one of his Majesty’s beef eaters.” The king was so well pleased with the little fellow that he said, “If you bend down on your knee I will allow you to kiss my hand.” “Nay,” said the boy, “I can’t do that, for I would dirty all my new breeches.”