The course of science is so tortuous and so slow; after the clear promises and before the practical realisation arrives there comes almost always year after year of intricate contrivance, and here--here was the Foods of the Gods arriving after less than a year of testing! It seemed too good--too good.

That Hope Deferred which is the daily food of the scientific imagination was to be his no more! So at least it seemed to him then.

He came back and stared at these stupendous chicks of his, time after time.
"Let me see," he said.

"They're ten days old.

And by the side of an ordinary chick I should fancy--about six or seven times as big...." "Itth about time we artht for a rithe in thkrew," said Mr.Skinner to his wife.