Antony: Pup, pup, pup, pup! Is it that you
thinking you saw the Queen?

Canavan: I did see her to be sure, and she
gave me her own shoe.

Antony: Well, that was a great playgame!
Wouldn't you think now it might be some one
was letting on to be the Queen?

Canavan: She was not letting on. There was
no letting on in it. Taller than any woman ever
stood upon a floor she was! She stood up over
me the same as an elephant! A great grand voice
she had, pitched someway squeally like a woman's,
but strong and high as if used to giving out orders.

Antony: A great beauty I suppose she was
now?

Canavan: She was that. Like the picture she
was. (Points to it on wall.) Long wisps of hair
as bright as silver--eyes shining like sparks from
the forge. I would sooner go creep through the
keyhole than go face her or speak to her again.

Antony: Is it I that have that much beauty on
me? Or is it the full moon is working in his eyes?

Canavan: (Dragging out arm-chair.) Set this
now to the rear of the table, the same as you
would see it in a judge's court. I will tack up
the picture on the back of it to simulate the royal
arms. (Puts picture on back of chair, hammering
in tacks. Then puts on a long cloak and a chain
he has fetched from inner ro.)

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