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"
Dear
heart
,
he
should
have
been
born
a
king
!
"
muttered
Hendon
,
admiringly
;
"
he
playeth
the
part
to
a
marvel
.
"
Then
he
stretched
himself
across
the
door
,
on
the
floor
,
saying
contentedly
--
"
I
have
lodged
worse
for
seven
years
;
'
twould
be
but
ill
gratitude
to
Him
above
to
find
fault
with
this
.
"
He
dropped
asleep
as
the
dawn
appeared
.
Toward
noon
he
rose
,
uncovered
his
unconscious
ward
--
a
section
at
a
time
--
and
took
his
measure
with
a
string
.
The
King
awoke
,
just
as
he
had
completed
his
work
,
complained
of
the
cold
,
and
asked
what
he
was
doing
.
"
'
Tis
done
,
now
,
my
liege
,
"
said
Hendon
;
"
I
have
a
bit
of
business
outside
,
but
will
presently
return
;
sleep
thou
again
--
thou
needest
it
.
There
--
let
me
cover
thy
head
also
--
thou
'
lt
be
warm
the
sooner
.
"
The
King
was
back
in
dreamland
before
this
speech
was
ended
.
Miles
slipped
softly
out
,
and
slipped
as
softly
in
again
,
in
the
course
of
thirty
or
forty
minutes
,
with
a
complete
second-hand
suit
of
boy
's
clothing
,
of
cheap
material
,
and
showing
signs
of
wear
;
but
tidy
,
and
suited
to
the
season
of
the
year
.
He
seated
himself
,
and
began
to
overhaul
his
purchase
,
mumbling
to
himself
--
"
A
longer
purse
would
have
got
a
better
sort
,
but
when
one
has
not
the
long
purse
one
must
be
content
with
what
a
short
one
may
do
--
"
'
There
was
a
woman
in
our
town
,
In
our
town
did
dwell
--
'
