"Very well, we will visit the Zoo immediately after lunch to-morrow."
"Oh, but we must go in the morning," Bertram cried. "There won't be nearly time to see everything in the afternoon."
"What about our food?"
"We can eat there."
"But, my dear boy," John said. "You are confusing us with the lions. I much doubt if a human being can eat at the Zoo, unless he has a passion for peanuts and stale buns, which I have not."
"I swear you can," Bertram maintained. "Anyhow, I know you can get ices there in the summer."
"We'll risk it," John declared, adventurously; and the children echoed his enthusiasm with joy.
"We must see the toucans this time," Bertram announced in a grave voice, "and last time we missed the zebu."
"I shouldn't have thought that possible," John demurred, "with all those stripes."
"Not the zebra," Bertram severely corrected him. "The zebu."