A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court
"Why, this family; your own family."
"Sooth to say, I understand you not. I have no family."
"No family? Why, Sandy, isn't this your home?"
"Now how indeed might that be? I have no home."
"Well, then, whose house is this?"
"Ah, wit you well I would tell you an I knew myself."
"Come--you don't even know these people? Then who invited us here?"
"None invited us. We but came; that is all."
"Why, woman, this is a most extraordinary performance. The effrontery of it is beyond
admiration. We blandly march into a man's house, and cram it full of the only really
valuable nobility the sun has yet discovered in the earth, and then it turns out that we
don't even know the man's name. How did you ever venture to take this extravagant
liberty? I supposed, of course, it was your home. What will the man say?"
"What will he say? Forsooth what can he say but give thanks?"
"Thanks for what?"
Her face was filled with a puzzled surprise:
"Verily, thou troublest mine understanding with strange words. Do ye dream that one of
his estate is like to have the honor twice in his life to entertain company such as we have
brought to grace his house withal?"
"Well, no--when you come to that. No, it's an even bet that this is the first time he has had
a treat like this."
"Then let him be thankful, and manifest the same by grateful speech and due humility; he
were a dog, else, and the heir and ancestor of dogs."
To my mind, the situation was uncomfortable. It might become more so. It might be a
good idea to muster the hogs and move on. So I said:
"The day is wasting, Sandy. It is time to get the nobility together and be moving."
"Wherefore, fair sir and Boss?"
"We want to take them to their home, don't we?"