_The I.A._ I _did_ think you was wider than _that_!--it's on'y imaginative. What 'ud be the good o' wings to a bull? _Fiancée_ (_on her defence_). You think you know so much--but it's got a man's 'ed, hain't it? and I know there used to be _'orses_ with 'alf a man where the 'ed ought to be, because I've seen their pictures--so there! _The I.A._ I dunno what you've got where _your_ 'ed ought to be, torking such rot! IN THE UPPER GALLERIES; ETHNOGRAPHICAL COLLECTION. _A Grim Governess_ (_directing a scared small boy's attention to a particularly hideous mask_). 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_). 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.