"Well, my boy," said King Henry, "which do you think is the king?"
"I don't know," answered the boy; "but it must be either you or I, for we both have our hats on."
THE GOLDEN TRIPOD
I
One morning, long ago, a merchant of Miletus [Footnote: Mile'tus.] was walking along the seashore. Some fishermen were pulling in a large net, and he stopped to watch them.
"My good men," he said, "how many fish do you expect to draw in this time?"
"We cannot tell," they answered. "We never count our fish before they are caught."
The net seemed heavy. There was certainly something in it. The merchant felt sure that the fishermen were having a good haul.
"How much will you take for the fish that you are drawing in?" he asked.
"How much will you give?" said the fishermen.