"Mr. Tompkins' brother-in-law, Mr. München, was dead nuts on it."
Her attitude was unshaken.
"But wasn't he German, Amelia?"
"P'r'aps he was," she admitted.
"Ah," I said triumphantly, "that makes all the difference."
"What about brawn or sausages, or black puddings or ham, mum?"
"You see they're all—pig," I said hesitatingly.
"Well, you're not Jews, mum. Tompkinses had a friend who——"
"I want something novel," I cut in, leaving the friend till another time. "I want something we have not had before."
She thought a moment. Then her countenance brightened.