Do you remember how awful _that_ was?
And much larger.' 'What! Worse than the jilbery! Oh, good gracious! How dreadful! What's it like ?' 'First of all--it's as long as from here to Brighton,' said Archie.
'A little longer,' said Dilly.
'(Shut up, miss!) As long.

It's called the golden quoribus because it's bright gold, except the bumps; and the bumps are green.' 'Bright green,' said Dilly.
'(Oh, will you hold your tongue, Dilly ?) Green.' 'How terrible!...

And what shape is it ?' 'All pointed and sharp, and three-cornered.' 'Does it breathe fire ?' asked Edith.
Archie smiled contemptuously.
'Breathe fire! Oh, Mother! Do you think it's a silly dragon in a fairy story?
Of course it doesn't.

How can it breathe fire ?' 'Sorry,' said Edith apologetically.

'Go on.' '_But_, the peculiar thing about it, besides that it lives entirely on muffins and mutton and the frightening part, I'm coming to now.' He became emphatic, and spoke slowly.