Ethel (suggestively). But, I suppose, Uncle, they wouldn't eat one another if they had any one to give them buns, would they?
[Her Uncle discusses the suggestion elaborately, but without appreciating the hint; the Governess has caught sight of a huge and hideous Hawaiian Idol, with a furry orange-coloured head, big mother-o'-pearl eyes, with black balls for the pupils, and a grinning mouth picked out with shark's teeth, to which she introduces the horrified Henry.
Miss Goole. Now, Henry, you see the kind of idol the poor savages say their prayers to.
Harry (tremulously). But n—not just before they go to bed, do they, Miss Goole?
AMONG THE MUMMIES.
The Uncle. That's King Rameses' mummy, Ethel.
Ethel. And what was her name, Uncle?
The Governess (halting before a case containing a partially unrolled mummy, the spine and thigh of which are exposed to view). Fancy, Henry, that's part of an Egyptian who has been dead for thousands of years! Why, you're not frightened, are you?
Harry (shaking). No, I'm not frightened, Miss Goole—only if you don't mind, I—I'd rather see a gentleman not quite so dead. And there's one over there with a gold face and glass eyes, and he looked at me, and—please, I don't think this is the place to bring such a little boy as me to!
A Party is examining a Case of Mummied Animals.