Mister Gipple he said: “Yes, brother, it has been a joy to me to spread the light quite wide, and Ime thankfle to say that a few of the ugly idles which you fellers bow down to have suckummd to the power of the everlasty truth as it is give me to see it.”
The king said: “Ime a little tired of them idles my self, dont you think it would help along the good mitionary work for you to convert Me?”
Mister Gip he was just happy half to death, and he said: “Yes, indeed, and if you have time we will begin right now. First you must stop cuttin your wives noses off for every little thing which they do.”
The king he said, the king did: “I stopt that this morning. They are all off.”
Mister Gipple he wiped away a tear and said: “You must bless them which hate you.”
Then the king he said: “The darn galoots darent come near enough to me for to hear the blessing.”
So Mister Gip he said: “Well, we will pass that for the present. When your dog dies you must not discumbowel your high priest on its grave.”
The king said: “All right, my priminister will do just as well.”
Mister Gipple he was mighty discuraged, but he said: “You mustnt have any of your nevews and nieces buried alive when you are took sick.”
The king said: “No fear of that, I have been in mighty poor health all summer.”