He peered close to the netting, and followed their movements as though he had never seen a chick before in his life.
"Whath they'll be when they're grown up ith impothible to think," said Mr.Skinner.
"Big as a horse," said Mr.Bensington.
"Pretty near," said Mr.Skinner.
"Several people could dine off a wing!" said Mr.Bensington.

"They'd cut up into joints like butcher's meat." "They won't go on growing at thith pathe though," said Mr.Skinner.
"No ?" said Mr.Bensington.
"No," said Mr.Skinner.

"I know thith thort.

They begin rank, but they don't go on, bleth you! No." There was a pause.
"Itth management," said Mr.Skinner modestly.
Mr.Bensington turned his glasses on him suddenly.
"We got 'em almoth ath big at the other plathe," said Mr.Skinner, with his better eye piously uplifted and letting himself go a little; "me and the mithith." Mr.Bensington made his usual general inspection of the premises, but he speedily returned to the new run.

It was, you know, in truth ever so much more than he had dared to expect.