"Turkeys?" suggested his uncle.
"No, sir—turkles—mud-turkles. We had a gweat many in Sous Haven. I had four—only Vi'let got away and Lily got squshed."
"Did you name your turtles?"
"Yes, sir."
"What were their names?" Mr. De Jarnette was surprised at his interest in carrying on this conversation.
"Rose, and Lily, and Vi'let,—and—Alcohol," said Philip.
Richard gave a sudden cough.
"Isn't that rather a remarkable combination?" he asked, gravely.
"I think Alcohol is a good name for a turkle," said Philip, positively. "It's such a long name. And turkles are round."
"What did you say happened to Lily?"