“So have I,” said Norman; “but then we didn’t know it.”
“And caterpillars lived on cauliflower, so that they couldn’t be nasty.”
“I don’t see that these things could be any worse to eat than shrimps. Old Shanter here seems to like them.”
“Old Shanter—O’ Shanter—old Tam o’ Shanter,” said Rifle, thoughtfully.
“You’d better help him to eat them,” said Norman, tauntingly.
“I’ll eat one if you will,” cried Tim. “They smell delicious.”
“Very well. I will, if Rifle does too,” said Norman.
“Then you won’t,” said that young gentleman. “Ugh! the nasty-looking things.”
“So are oysters and mussels and cockles nasty-looking things,” cried Tim, who kept on watching the black eagerly. “I never saw anything so nasty-looking as an old eel. Ugh! I’d as soon eat a snake.”
“Snakum good eat,” said Shanter, nodding.