Daisy’s Aunt

Daisy Hanbury poked her parasol between the bars of the cage, with the amiable intention of scratching the tiger’s back. The tiger could not be expected to know this all by himself, and so he savagely bit the end of it off, with diabolical snarlings. Daisy turned to her cousin with a glow of sympathetic pleasure. "What a darling!" she said. "He didn’t understand, you see, and was perfectly furious. And it cost pounds and pounds, and I’ve spent all my allowance, and so I can’t buy another, and my complexion will go to the dogs. Let’s go there, too; the dingoes are absolutely fascinating. We’ll come back to see these angels fed."