A few of them certainly murmured that a Drakestail would make
a fine King； those who knew him replied that a knowing Drakestail
was a more worthy King than a spendthrift like him who was lying
on the pavement。 In short； they ran and took the crown off the
head of the deceased； and placed it on that of Drakestail； whom it
fitted like wax。
Thus he became King。
‘And now；' said he after the ceremony；； ladies and gentlemen；
let's go to supper。 I am so hungry！'＇15＇
＇15＇ Contes of Ch。 Marelles。