CHAPTER CXXIII.
THE BEASTS AT THE TOWER.
All good things must have an end, and Ben’s lunch in the Tower was not any exception to the rule. At last even he was satisfied that nobody would eat any more, although he was very far indeed from being satisfied that they had had enough.
“Won’t anybody be so good,” he said, “as just to try and pick a little bit of something?”
“No—no!” was the general response.
“Indeed, Ben,” said Colonel Jeffery, “if we take any more we shall positively be ill, and I’m sure you don’t wish that.”
“Oh, dear, no,” groaned Ben; “but it’s quite clear to me, of course, that you don’t like the lunch, or else you could not have took it so very easy.”
With one accord upon this, everybody declared that they had liked it amazingly well.
“Then you will all try a drop m
