“God save you,” says the king to the young man.
“God save you kindly, King O’Toole,” says the young man.
“True for you,” says the king. “I am King O’Toole,” says he, “prince and plennypennytinchery of these parts,” says he; “but how came ye to know that?” says he.
“Oh, never mind,” says St. Kavin.
You see it was Saint Kavin, sure enough–the saint himself in disguise, and nobody else. “Oh, never mind,” says he, “I know more than that. May I make bold to ask how is your goose, King O’Toole?" says he.
“Blur-an-agers, how came ye to know about my goose?” says the king.
“Oh, no matter; I was given to understand it,” says Saint Kavin.
After some more talk the king says, “What are you?”
“I’m an honest man,” says Saint Kavin.
“Well, honest man,” says the king, “and how is it you make your money so aisy?”