"I am impatient to see the live wren pie." "Live wren pie ?" asked Max, incredulously.
"Yes.

Have you never seen one ?" asked Yolanda.
"Surely not," he replied.
"Ah, you have a treat in store," she exclaimed, clapping her hands enthusiastically.

"Uncle carves the pie, the wrens fly out, you open your mouth, and the birds, being very small, fly down your throat and save you the trouble eating them.

They are trained to do it, you know." A chorus of laughter followed this remarkable statement.

Max leaned forward, rested his elbows on his knees, looked at the ground for the space of half a minute, and said:-- "I was mistaken in saying that I had never partaken of the dish.