But you may as well tell me how these gypsies cook it," and Freddy listened with both his red ears to the description, on hearing which he decided that his wife might instruct the cook how to prepare the animal.

"But no one will eat it but me." Lady Garvington shuddered.

"I shan't touch it myself.

Those horrid snails you insisted on being cooked a week ago made me quite ill.

You are always trying new experiments, Freddy." "Because I get so tired of every-day dishes," growled Lord Garvington.
"These cooks have no invention.