Theythentalkedaboutthestatues，concerningwhichitwasplainthatnothingwasknown。Butmyfathersoonbrokeinupontheirconversationwiththefirstinstalmentofquails，whichafewminuteshadsufficedtocook。
“Whatadeliciousbirdaquailis。”saidHanky。
“Landrail，Hanky，landrail。”saidtheotherreproachfully。
Havingfinishedthefirstbirdsinaveryfewminutestheyreturnedtothestatues。
“OldMrs。Nosnibor。”saidPanky，“saystheSunchildtoldhertheyweresymbolicoftentribeswhohadincurredthedispleasureofthesun，hisfather。”