No, I'm not frightened, Miss GOOLE--only, if you
don't mind, I--I'd rather see a gentleman not _quite_ so dead. And
there's one over there with a gold face and glass eyes, and he looked
at me, and--and please, I _don't_ think this is the place to bring
such a little boy as me to!
_A Party is examining a Case of Mummied Animals._
_The Leader_. Here you are, you see, mummy cats--don't they look
comical all stuck up in a row there?
_First Woman_. Dear, dear--to think o' going to all that expense when
they might have had 'em stuffed on a cushion! And monkeys, and dogs
too--well, I'm sure, fancy _that_, now!
_Second Woman_. And there's a mummied crocodile down there. I _don't_
see what they 'd want with a mummy _crocodile_, do you?
_The Leader_ (_with an air of perfect comprehension of Egyptian
customs_). Well, you see, they took whatever they could get 'old of,
_they_ did.
IN THE PREHISTORIC GALLERY.
_Old Lady_ (_to_ Policeman). Oh, Policeman, can you tell me if there's
any article here that's supposed to have belonged to ADAM?
_Policeman_ (_a wag in his way_). Well, Mum, we _'ave_ 'ad the 'andle
of his spade, and the brim of his garden 'at, but they wore out last
year and 'ad to be thrown away--things won't last for ever--even
_'ere_, you know.
GOING OUT.
_A Peevish Old Man_. I ain't seen anything to call worth seeing,
_I_ ain't. In our museum at 'ome they've a lamb with six legs, and
hairylight stones as big as cannon-balls; but there ain't none of that
sort 'ere, and I'm dog-tired trapesing over these boards, I am!
_His Daughter_ (_a candid person_).
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