"Eat them? How?"
"Raw."
"Mercy on me! Raw?"
"Well, Cousin E. E., it shan't be said that you are related to a coward. I'll go down to see these city lions; but when?"
"Well, to-day," says Cousin Dempster. "Just come down to the office about noon, and I'll go with you."
"Just so," says I, feeling a little shivery.
"Would you like to go, darling?" says he speaking to his little girl, as if half afraid.
"Me, papa, down to that horrid place all meat and butter, and fish and things? The idea!"
I was so grateful to the stuck-up thing, that I'm afraid Cousin E. E. saw it in my eyes, for she sort of clouded over and said:
"That, after all, she didn't think she cared to go, but that needn't keep Cousin Phœmie at home. Mr. Dempster would take her."