handle. The pace that chick must have grown at--!"

"A little boy growing at that pace," said Mr. Bensington slowly, and

stared at the chick as he spoke.

"I Say!" said Bensington, "he'll be Big."

I shall give him diminishing doses," said Redwood. "Or at any rate

Winkles will."

It's rather too much of an experiment."

Much."

Yet still, you know, I must confess--... Some baby will sooner or later

have to try it."

Oh, we'll try it on some baby--certainly."

Exactly so," said Bensington, and came and stood on the hearthrug and

took off his spectacles to wipe them.

"Until I saw these chicks, Redwood, I don't think I began to

realise--anything--of the possibilities of what we were making. It's

only beginning to dawn upon me ... the possible consequences...."

The Food of the Gods and How It Came to Earth