"
"Then you can tell me," said the old woman, "something I want to know; for
I was arguing it with my daughter's husband the last time I was here, and I
want to convince him. He says--my daughter's husband, that is--that the
King had thick hair on the top of his head, God bless him! and I say he
hadn't. What I say is, he'd got all the hair he needed. So if you ever saw
him, you could tell me."
"Oh, no, I can't," Janet said. "When I saw him he was in a carriage."
"What a pity!" said the old woman. "But haven't you a portrait of him
anywhere?"
"No, I'm sure we haven't," said Janet. "Perhaps we ought to have! It would
be more loyal, wouldn't it?"
"Never mind," said the old woman; "only it would put my mind at rest." And
then suddenly she began to laugh. "Why," she said, "how silly we are! Of
course you've got portraits of him--lashin's of them, darlin'."
"Where?" Janet exclaimed.
"In your purse," said the old woman. "On the blessed money. On the
shillings and sixpences, my dear."
"Of. course," said Janet, laughing too; and she drew out her purse and
looked at the money it contained. There was half a sovereign and half a
crown and some smaller coins; but none were new ones: all were of
Victoria's reign.
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