Tis I , Drakestail . I wish to speak to the King . ' ` Speak to the King ! ... That 's easily said . The King is dining , and will not be disturbed . ' ` Tell him that it is I , and I have come he well knows why . ' The porter shuts his wicket and goes up to say it to the King , who was just sitting down to dinner with a napkin round his neck , and all his ministers . ` Good , good ! ' said the King laughing . ' I know what it is ! Make him come in , and put him with the turkeys and chickens . ' The porter descends . ` Have the goodness to enter . ' ` Good ! ' says Drakestail to himself , ' I shall now see how they eat at court . ' ` This way , this way , ' says the porter . ` One step further ... There , there you are . ' ` How ? what ? in the poultry yard ? '
Fancy how vexed XXXXX was !
Drakestail King Tis chickens court dining dinner turkeys way wicket