'I sucked the dove quite clean one Sunday, and it wasn't half bad.

Tasted of sugar a little and eucalyptus oil like they give you when you've got a cold.

Tell them that, Polly.' Polly did, and added, 'I will recite poetry to them to hearten them to their task.' 'Do,' said Philip heartily, 'it may make them hurry up.

But perhaps you'd better tell them that we shall pinch their tails if they happen to go to sleep.' Then the children had a cocoa-and-date breakfast.

(All expeditions seem to live mostly on cocoa, and when they come back they often write to the cocoa makers to say how good it was and they don't know what they would have done without it.) And the noble and devoted dogs licked and licked and licked, and the paint began to come off the lions' legs like anything.