Her British temperament, no less than her delicate nature, disapproved these sentimental displays.

She wanted to box her own ears.
With innate tact she took a keen interest in the felling of the tree.
"What do you want it for ?" she inquired, when the sturdy trunk creaked and fell.
Jenks felt better now.
"This is a change of diet," he explained.

"No; we don't boil the leaves or nibble the bark.

When I split this palm open you will find that the interior is full of pith.

I will cut it out for you, and then it will be your task to knead it with water after well washing it, pick out all the fiber, and finally permit the water to evaporate.