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. Zigzag journeys in Europe : vacation rambles in historic lands. ll persuade him that he is the Duke, and that we are his the whole Court of Burgundy shall serve a poor tinker! The attendants carried the unconscious tinker to the palace, wherethey washed him, and, putting upon him an elegant night-dress, laidhim on a silk-curtained bed, in a verv sfomeous chamber. The poor tinker, on waking in the morning, looked about theroom in wonder. He concluded that he must be dreaming, or that hehad become touched in mind, or that he had died the night before andhad been so happy a
. Zigzag journeys in Europe : vacation rambles in historic lands. ll persuade him that he is the Duke, and that we are his the whole Court of Burgundy shall serve a poor tinker! The attendants carried the unconscious tinker to the palace, wherethey washed him, and, putting upon him an elegant night-dress, laidhim on a silk-curtained bed, in a verv sfomeous chamber. The poor tinker, on waking in the morning, looked about theroom in wonder. He concluded that he must be dreaming, or that hehad become touched in mind, or that he had died the night before andhad been so happy as to get to heaven. At last, the Duke entered the apartment in the habit of the ducalchamberlain. What will your Worship have this morning? asked the Duke. - The tinker stared. Has your Worship no commands ? I am Christopher Sly, — Sly, the tinker. Call me not v yourWorship. You have not fully recovered yet, I see. But you will be yourselfagain soon. What suit will your Worship wear to-day ? Whichdoublet, and what stockings and shoes ? 46 W ™ HISTORIC LANDS. ^MAZEMENl OF I HI Ltt* T ?* - - «-« «X«I an, Christopher Sly andl T tth*W My. ? tinker. was the puzzled nberlai ,lv bow >fl tin- more. FIRST MEETING OF THE CLUB. 47 Sly continued to look about him in amazement. At last, he said,with much hesitation, — You may bring me my be?t suit. The day is pleasant. I willdress becomingly. Now you are yourself again. I must hasten to inform the Courtof your recovery. I must fly to her Grace the Duchess, and say, TheDuke, the Duke is himself again ! The Duke ! I tell you I am Christopher Sly, — old Slys son, ofBurton Heath, — by birth a peddler and by trade a tinker. Duke Sly !No. Duke Christopher! or, better, Duke Christophero! Marry,friend! wouldnt that sound well ? It may be I am a duke, for ask Marian Hacket, the buxom inn-keeper of Wincot, if she dontknow Christopher Sly, — Duke Christophero; and if she say I do notowe her fourteen pence for small ale, then
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