"She was at school once at a convent on the Telde road."
"She lib for there now."
"I say, King, how the deuce do you know that?"
"Savvy plenty funny things," said the King, and turned to do justice on another culprit who was brought before him for trial.
The royal ménage was simple. They dined off a couscousoo and a bowl of stewed goat, such as any well-to-do native farmer might have set on the floor before him for his meal, and thereafter they sat on mats of elaborate straw-work upon the hard earth, and the King consumed at a moderate computation one ounce of snuff before he was inclined for further talk.
Then, "O Carter," said he, "what for dis stone palaver?"
"When that stone is taken to my country they heat it in a furnace with other things, and a white metal runs out."
"Okky-man no fit for make him?"
"No, the job's too complicated."
"Dem stone worth lot o' money, or you no fit for carry small-small load all dem way to coast. And a whole hill of dem stone lib far up ribber. So dem hill worth plenty-much lot o' money."