Razorbill--you know the old story of the Razorbills?--Ha! ha!"

But the King did not laugh; he extended his hand and said gently,
"You are welcome--my cousin!" Indeed, my sister-in-law would have
probably said that--dissipated though he was--he was the only
gentleman there.

"I have come to see the coronation, your Majesty," I said.

"And you shall," said the King heartily, "and shall go with us!
The show can't begin without us--eh, Spitz?" he added playfully,
poking the veteran in the ribs, "whatever Michael may do!"

Then he linked his arms in Spitz's and mine. "Let's go to the hut--
and have some supper and fizz," he said gayly.

We went to the hut. We had supper. We ate and drank heavily. We
danced madly around the table. Nevertheless I thought that Spitz
and Fritz were worried by the King's potations, and Spitz at last
went so far as to remind his Majesty that they were to start early
in the morning for Kohlslau. I noticed also that as the King drank
his speech grew thicker and Spitz and Fritz exchanged glances. At
last Spitz said with stern significance:

"Your Majesty has not forgotten the test invariably submitted to
the King at his coronation?"

"Shertenly not," replied the King, with his reckless laugh. "The
King mush be able to pronounsh--name of his country--intel-lillil-
gibly: mush shay (hic!): 'I'm King of--King of--Tootoo-tooral-