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's 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 any one 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 case 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--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 hairy-light 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!