“‘You might do worse, then, my gay fellow,’ says the King; ‘for it’s they could show you a crock o’ money as aisy as kiss hand; and that’s not to be sneezed at,’ says the King, ‘by a poor man,’ says he.
“‘Maybe I’ve a betther way of making money myself,’ says the saint.
“‘By gor,’ says the King, ‘barrin’ you’re a coiner,’ says he, ‘that’s impossible!’
“‘I’d scorn to be the like, my lord!’ says Saint Kavin, mighty high, ‘I’d scorn to be the like,’ says he.
“‘Then, what are you?’ says the King, ‘that makes money so aisy, by your own account.’
“‘I’m an honest man,’ says Saint Kavin.
“‘Well, honest man,’ says the King, ‘and how is it you make your money so aisy?’
“‘By makin’ ould things as good as new,’ says Saint Kavin.
“‘Is it a tinker you are?’ says the King.
