THE UNCLE. That's King Rameses' mummy, Ethel.
ETHEL. And what was _her_ name, Uncle?
THE GOVERNESS (_halting before a case containing a partially unrolled_
_mummy, the spine and thigh of which are exposed to view_). Fancy,
Henry, that's part of an Egyptian who has been dead for thousands of
years! Why, you're not _frightened_, are you?
HARRY (_shaking_). No, I'm not frightened, Miss Goole--only if you don't
mind, I--I'd rather see a gentleman not _quite_ so dead. And there's one
over there with a gold face and glass eyes, and he looked at me,
and--please, I _don't_ think this is the place to bring such a little
boy as me to!
_A Party is examining a Case of Mummied Animals._
THE LEADER. Here you are, you see, mummy cats--don't they look comical
all stuck up in a row there?
FIRST WOMAN. Dear, dear--to think o' going to all that expense when they
might have had 'em stuffed on a cushion! And monkeys, and dogs
too--well, I'm sure, fancy _that_ now!
SECOND WOMAN. And there's a mummied crocodile down there. I _don't_ see
what they'd want with a mummy _crocodile_, do you?
THE LEADER (_with an air of perfect comprehension of Egyptian customs_).
Well, you see they took whatever they could get 'old of, _they_ did.