it?” The duke allowed it did.  They pawed the yaller-boys, and sifted them through their fingers and let them jingle down on the floor; and the king says: “It ain't no use talkin'; bein' brothers to a rich dead man and representatives of furrin heirs that's got left is the line for you and me, Bilge.  Thish yer comes of trust'n to Providence.  It's the best way, in the long run.  I've tried 'em all, and ther' ain't no better way.” Most everybody would a been satisfied with the pile, and took it on trust; but no, they must count it.  So they counts it, and it comes out four hundred and fifteen dollars short.  Says the king: “Dern him, I wonder what he done with that four hundred and fifteen dollars?” They worried over that awhile, and ransacked all around for it.  Then the duke says: “Well, he was a pretty sick man, and likely he made a mistake--I reckon that's the way of it.  The best way's to let it go, and keep still about it.  We can spare it.” “Oh, shucks, yes, we can _spare_ it.  I don't k'yer noth'n 'bout that--it's the _count_ I'm thinkin' about.  We want to be awful square and open and above-board here, you know.  We want to lug this h-yer money up stairs and count it before everybody--then ther' ain't noth'n suspicious.  But when the dead man says ther's six thous'n dollars, you know, we don't want to--” “Hold on,” says the duke. “Le's make up the deffisit,” and he begun to haul out yaller-boys out of his pocket. “It's a most amaz'n' good idea, duke--you _have_ got a rattlin' clever head on you,” says the king. “Blest if the old Nonesuch ain't a heppin' us out agin,” and _he_ begun to haul out yaller-jackets and stack them up. It most busted them, but they made up the six thousand clean and clear. “Say,” says the duke, “I got another idea.  Le's go up stairs and count this money, and then take and _give it to the girls_.” “Good land, duke, lemme hug you!  It's the most dazzling idea 'at ever a man struck.  You have cert'nly got the most aston