Island of Professor Menu 233

a regular bank-holiday, because I have my
wits untied!”

“Don’t, Peppermint, for goodness’ sake!”
cried Merioneth.

I was not to be restrained; five weeks’
fast had made me ravenous. I attacked and
devoured all I met: first the Vegetarian,
beginning with his grass-and-spring-onion
hair and finishing with his radish toes; then
the three dock-labourers ; then the centipede
sheep, turnips and all—accompanied by the
currant -jelly- fish; then the lamb’s-sweet-
bread-and-butterfly—all of them, finishing
up with dessert and sweets—the crab-apple-
pie-crustacean, the candy-tufts of the sweet-
stuff-briar.

Then I turned hungrily towards Menu
and Merioneth; and they plunged pre-
cipitately down the crater, and were lost to
me. I remember nothing more; but believe
I was picked up by a passing vessel, or a
policeman, or something, in Hammersmith
Broadway.