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ABOUT KINGS AND DIAMONDS. |
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" Is it under all of them ? "
"How you talk! No!"
" Then how you going to know which one to go for ? "
"Go for all of'em!"
"Why Tom, it'll take all summer."
"Well, what of that? Suppose you find a brass pot with a hundred dollars in it, all rusty and gay, or a rotten chest full of diamonds. How's that? "
Huck's eyes glowed.
"That's bully. Plenty bully enough forme. Just you gimme the hundred dollars and I don't want no di'monds."
" All right. But I bet you I ain't going to throw off on di'monds. Some of 'em's worth twenty dollars apiece—there ain't any, hardly, but's worth six bits or a dollar."
"No! Is that so?*
"Cert'nly—anybody'll tell you so. Hain't you ever seen one, Huck? "
" Not as I remember."
" O, kings have slathers of them."
"Well, I don't know no kings, Tom."
" I reckon you don't. But if you was to go to Europe you'd see a raft of'em hopping around."
" Do they hop ? " '
" Hop ? —your granny ! No! "
"Well what did you say they did, for? "
" Shucks, I only meant you'd see 'em—not hopping, of course—what do they want to hop for?—but I mean you'd just see 'em—scattered around, you know, in a kind of a general way. Like that old hump-backed Richard."
" Richard ? What's his other name ? "
" He didn't have any other name. Kings don't have any but a given name."
" No?"
" But they don't."
" Well, if they like it, Tom, all right; but I don't want to be a king and have 13 |
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