THE GRIM GOVERNESS (_directing a scared small boy's attention to a
particularly hideous mask_). See, Henry, that's the kind of mask worn by
savages!
HENRY. Always--or only on the fifth of November, Miss Goole?
[_He records a mental vow never to visit a Savage Island on Guy Fawkes's
Day, and makes a prolonged study of the mask, with a view to future
nightmares._
A KIND, BUT DENSE UNCLE (_to_ NIECE). All these curious things were made
by cannibals, ETHEL--savages who eat one another, you know.
ETHEL (_suggestively_). But, I suppose, Uncle, they wouldn't eat one
another if they had any one to give them _buns_, would they?
[_Her_ UNCLE _discusses the suggestion elaborately, but without
appreciating the hint_; _the_ GOVERNESS _has caught sight of a huge and
hideous Hawaiian Idol, with a furry orange-coloured head, big
mother-o'-pearl eyes, with black balls for the pupils, and a grinning
mouth picked out with shark's teeth, to which she introduces the
horrified_ HENRY.
MISS GOOLE. Now, Henry, you see the kind of idol the poor savages say
their prayers to.
HARRY (_tremulously_). But n--not just before they go to bed, do they,
Miss Goole?