"This sort of animal, that thinks," replied the lady, touching Dotty's shoulder: "this shows the most amazing power of all."
"You don't mean to call me an animal," said Dotty, with a slight shade of resentment in her voice.
"Why, little sister, I just hope you're not a vegetable! Don't you know we are all animals that breathe?"
"O, are we? Then I don't care," said Dotty, and serenely followed the others up stairs, "where the dried things were."
Next they went to Wood's Museum, and saw greater wonders still.
The "Sleeping Beauty," dreaming of the Prince, with lips just parted and breath very gently coming and going. Dotty would not believe at first that her waxen bosom palpitated by clockwork.
There were distorted mirrors, which Horace held Flyaway up to peep into, that he might enjoy her bewilderment when she saw her face twisted into strange shapes.
The Cardiff Giant, which Horace said "you might depend upon was a hoax."
An Egyptian dromedary, which Fly "just knew" had a sore throat; and a stuffed gorilla in "buffalo coat and leather gloves."
Then they had a lunch at Delmonico's, quite as good, Prudy admitted, "as what you found in Boston."