"A cold and dangerous thing.

_Must_ we eat it ?" "_You_ must," said Edith; "Nanna would weep if you didn't." "I don't think I can--possibly," said Anne, who was already reaping her sowing to the winds of emotion in a whirlwind of headache.
"Let's all eat it--and die," said Majendie.

He hacked, laid a ruin of fragments round the evil thing, scattered crumbs on all their plates, and buried his own piece in a flower-pot.

"Do you think," he said, "that Nanna will dig it up again ?" Anne turned white over her tea, pleaded her headache, and begged to be taken to her room.

Majendie took her there.
"Isn't Anne well ?" asked Edith anxiously, when he came back.
"Oh, it's nothing.