See, HENRY, that's the kind of mask worn
by savages!
_Henry_. Always--or only on the fifth of November, Miss GOOLE?
[_He records a mental vow never to visit a Savage Island on
Guy Fawkes' Day, and makes a prolonged study of the mask, with
a view to future nightmares._
_A kind, but dense Uncle_ (_to Niece_). All these curious things were
made by cannibals, ETHEL--savages who eat one another you know.
_Ethel_ (_suggestively_). But, I suppose, Uncle, they wouldn't eat one
another if they had anyone to give them _buns_, would they?
[_Her Uncle discusses the suggestion elaborately, but without
appreciating the hint; the Governess has caught sight of a
huge and hideous Hawaiian Idol, with a furry orange-coloured
head, big mother-o'-pearl eyes, with black balls for the
pupils, and a grinning mouth picked out with shark's teeth, to
which she introduces the horrified HENRY._
_Miss Goole_. Now, HENRY, you see the kind of idol the poor savages
say their prayers to.
_Harry_ (_tremulously_). But n-not just before they go to bed, do
they, Miss GOOLE?
AMONG THE MUMMIES.
_The Uncle_. That's King RAMESES' mummy, ETHEL.
_Ethel_. And what was _her_ name, Uncle?
_The Governess_ (_halting before a cast containing a partially
unrolled mummy, the spine and thigh of which are exposed to view_).
Fancy, HENRY, that's part of an Egyptian who has been dead for
thousands of years! Why, you're not _frightened_, are you?
_Harry_ (_shaking_).
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