"And Germans eat worms, and thrive on 'em," George concluded.
Kezia was crying in the hall, declaring that the jury would bring it in manslaughter. Being called upon by Bessie to make some valedictory remark to the poor lady, she approached, and blubbered out:
"Mrs. Cann ses, miss, you ain't to worry. She can't hardly open her mouth in the post office without swallowing something; and one evening, miss, taking her supper in the dark, she ate a beetle; and there's more good food about than us knows of, she ses; and it 'twas all cooked, miss, and if it warn't vor the look of such things, we might live a lot more cheaply than we do; vor she ses, miss, 'tis horrible to think what ducks eat, but there's nothing tastier than a duckling, 'cept it be a nice bit of young pork; and she ses, miss, she saw a pig of hers eat a viper—"
"There's nothing here about internal wasp stings," broke in Nellie, who had been consulting a book of household remedies.
"I can't think how it got into the house," Miss Yard was moaning, with her eyes fixed upon vacancy. "It seems wonderful that it should have run down my throat when I wasn't looking."
"Are you in any pain, dear?" asked Nellie.
"No," replied Miss Yard in a disappointed voice.
"They'm always like that," wept Kezia. "My poor missus was wonderful well the morning she wur took."
"I'm going away too," said the invalid. "Will you find me a train, George?"
"Where to?" asked the obliging nephew.