"I imagine it will taste like nutmegs," said the Lion.
"No," said the Tiger, "I've an idea it will taste like gumdrops."
They turned a corner, but met no one, for the people of the Emerald City were accustomed to take their naps at this hour of the afternoon.
"I wonder how many pieces I ought to tear a person into," said the Lion, in a thoughtful voice.
"Sixty would be about right," suggested the Tiger.
"Would that hurt any more than to tear one into about a dozen pieces?" inquired the Lion, with a little shudder.
"Who cares whether it hurts or not?" growled the Tiger.
The Lion did not reply. They entered a side street, but met no one.
Suddenly they heard a child crying.