I think we will kill it this afternoon, and I will take it back with me to London." He pretended to peer into another gallipot and then took off his spectacles to wipe them.
"I should like," he said, "I should like very much, to have some relic--some memento--of this particular brood at this particular day." "By-the-bye," he said, "you don't give those little chicks meat ?" "Oh! _no_, Thir," said Skinner, "I can athure you, Thir, we know far too much about the management of fowlth of all dethcriptionth to do anything of that thort." "Quite sure you don't throw your dinner refuse--I thought I noticed the bones of a rabbit scattered about the far corner of the run--" But when they came to look at them they found they were the larger bones of a cat picked very clean and dry.
III.
"_That's_ no chick," said Mr.Bensington's cousin Jane.
"Well, I should _think_ I knew a chick when I saw it," said Mr.
Bensington's cousin Jane hotly.
"It's too big for a chick, for one thing, and besides you can _see_ perfectly well it isn't a chick.
"It's more like a bustard than a chick." "For my part," said Redwood, reluctantly allowing Bensington to drag him into the argument, "I must confess that, considering all the evidence--" "Oh I if you do _that_," said Mr.Bensington's cousin Jane, "instead of using your eyes like a sensible person--" "Well, but really, Miss Bensington--!" "Oh! Go _on!_" said Cousin Jane.

"You men are all alike." "Considering all the evidence, this certainly falls within the definition--no doubt it's abnormal and hypertrophied, but still--especially since it was hatched from the egg of a normal hen--Yes, I think, Miss Bensington, I must admit--this, so far as one can call it anything, is a sort of chick." "You mean it's a chick ?" said cousin Jane.
"I _think_ it's a chick," said Redwood.
"What NONSENSE!" said Mr.Bensington's cousin Jane, and "Oh!" directed at Redwood's head, "I haven't patience with you," and then suddenly she turned about and went out of the room with a slam.
"And it's a very great relief for me to see it too, Bensington," said Redwood, when the reverberation of the slam had died away.

"In spite of its being so big." Without any urgency from Mr.Bensington he sat down in the low arm-chair by the fire and confessed to proceedings that even in an unscientific man would have been indiscreet.

"You will think it very rash of me, Bensington, I know," he said, "but the fact is I put a little--not very much of it--but some--into Baby's bottle, very nearly a week ago!" "But suppose--!" cried Mr.Bensington.
"I know," said Redwood, and glanced at the giant chick upon the plate on the table.
"It's turned out all right, thank goodness," and he felt in his pocket for his cigarettes.
He gave fragmentary details.

"Poor little chap wasn't putting on weight...