“‘Has your Worship no commands?’
“‘I am Christopher Sly,—Sly, the tinker. Call me not your Worship.’
“‘You have not fully recovered yet, I see. But you will be yourself again soon. What suit will your Worship wear to-day? Which doublet, and what stockings and shoes?’
AMAZEMENT OF CHRISTOPHER SLY.
“‘I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor more shoes than feet; nay, sometime, more feet than shoes. I tell you I am Christopher Sly, and I am a tinker,’ was the puzzled reply.
“But the ducal chamberlain only bowed the more.
“Sly continued to look about him in amazement. At last, he said, with much hesitation,—