The Food of the Gods and How It Came to Earth

" said Mr. Bensin

k I knew a chick whe

's cousin

ne thing, and besides you can se

ke a bustard

g Bensington to drag him into the argument, "I m

ington's cousin Jane, "instead of us

eally, Miss

Cousin Jane. "You

and hypertrophied, but still-especially since it was hatched from the egg of a normal hen-Yes, I

a chick?" sai

s a chick,"

rected at Redwood's head, "I haven't patience with you," and the

ensington," said Redwood, when the reverberation of t

hat even in an unscientific man would have been indiscreet. "You will think it very rash of me, Bensington, I know,

-!" cried Mr

glanced at the giant chick

ank goodness," and he felt in

… no good…. Mrs. Redwood-unmitigated confidence in Winkles…. You know, man with a manner like a cliff-towering…. No confidence in me, of course

row," said M

y-seven ounces last

's manageme

at's what Sk

They won't trust me in the nursery alone, because I tried to get a growth cu

ed

et on with his ordinary food again

Wink

kles!" sa

les and give him powde

o," said Redwood, resting his chin o

he down on the breast of the giant chick

edwood, still with

ses," said

d Redwood. "T

imen. "Redwood," he said, "these fow

ed his head

g round suddenly with a flash in his

t I'm thinking o

deep into his trousers pockets. "That's precisely what I'm thinking of. This Herakleo

e," said Mr. Bensington slowly, a

Bensington,

nishing doses," said R

les

too much of a

uc

confess-… Some baby will so

it on some ba

ame and stood on the hearthrug and t

alise-anything-of the possibilities of what we were making. It'

ton was far from any conception of t