She certainly would not care to do any governing.

The few subjects that we should enlist would be more like courtiers than anything else.
I called Rectus to the door, and suggested this arrangement to him.

He thought it would be better than nothing, and that it would be well to mention it.
We did this, and Goliah thought a while.
"Ef I lets her be call' queen," he said, "an' she jist stay at home an' min' her own business, an' don' run herse'f agin me, no way, how much you s'pose she able to gib fur dat ?" [Illustration: "'ALL RIGHT,' SAID GOLIAH, WITH A SMILE."] Rectus and I went again to the front door to consult, and when we came back, we said we thought she would be able to give a dollar.
"All right," said Goliah, with a smile.

"She kin jist go ahead, and be queen.

Only don' let her run herse'f ag'in me." This suited us, and we paid the dollar, and came away.
"More cash!" said Rectus, as we walked home.
"Yes," said I, "but what troubles me is that queen's income.