The Eterædarium shook his head.
“But where’s it all gone to?” asked the Doctor.
The Eterædarium solemnly pointed to the children.
“Pigs!” declared the Dodo, wrathfully.
“Here, who are you calling pigs?” demanded Dick, getting up angrily.
“Well, I must say that it was exceedingly greedy of you to devour all of the breakfast,” said the Doctor, reprovingly.
“But we didn’t,” said Dick. “It was the Eterædarium; he had ever so many basinsful. We only had one each, didn’t we, Marjorie?”
“No,” said Marjorie; “and mine was a very small one.”
“And mine was the littlest of all,” said Fidge, flourishing his spoon, “like the littlest bear’s, you know, in the story of the Three Bears.”
“Well, where are the other basins, then, if you say the Eterædarium had such a lot?” demanded the Dodo.