Veal."
She said that these subterranean people kept house, and that they
invited her down to play with their children on Wednesday and
Saturday afternoons; also that they sometimes left a plate of
cakes and tarts for her at their door: she offered to show me the
very spot where it was,--under a great apple-tree which my
brothers called "the luncheon-tree," because we used to rest and
refresh ourselves there, when we helped my father weed his
vegetable-garden. But she guarded herself by informing me that it
would be impossible for us to open the door ourselves; that it
could only be unfastened from the inside. She told me these
people's names--a "Mr. Pelican," and a "Mr. Apple-tree Manasseh,"
who had a very large family of little "Manassehs." She said that
there was a still larger family, some of them probably living
just under the spot where we sat, whose sirname was "Hokes." (If
either of us had been familiar with another word pronounced in
the same way, though spelled differently, I should since have
thought that she was all the time laughing in her sleeve at my
easy belief.
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