"Back in No'th Carolina we went by the chimneys." "Chimneys?
What's chimneys got to do with titles, Mr.Yancy ?" asked Polly, while her husband appeared profoundly mystified.
"A whole lot, ma'am.

If a man had two chimneys to his house we always called him Colonel, if there was four chimneys we called him General." "La!" cried Polly, smiling and showing a number of new dimples.

"Dick don't mean militia titles, Mr.Yancy." "Them's the only ones I know anything of," confessed Yancy.
"Ever hear tell of lords ?" inquired Chills and Fever, tilting his head on one side.
"No." And Yancy was quick to notice the look of disappointment on the faces of his new friends.

He felt that for some reason, which was by no means clear to him, he had lost caste.
"Are you ever heard of royalty ?" and Cavendish fixed the invalid's wandering glance.
"You mean kings ?" "I shore do." Yancy regarded him reflectively and made a mighty mental effort.
"There's them Bible kings--" he ventured at length.
Mr.Cavendish shook his head.
"Them's sacred kings.

Are you familiar with any of the profane kings, Mr.Yancy ?" "Well, taking them as they come, them Bible kings seemed to average pretty profane." Yancy was disposed to defend this point.
"You must a heard of the kings of England.