Various, Punch, or the London Charivari…
“ I said soothingly. "Everything's ready.""Will he die without a sound, or will he gurgle?" said Emily, and brought the knife within an inch of my nose."No one is going to die at our tea-party, dear," I said, and ducked."Not after swallowing that?" shrieked Emily, and lunged at me with the knife again.I got it firmly by the handle this time, and I recognised Emily's special cake-knife, an instrument wrought to perfection by long years of service, sharp as a razor down both sides, with a flexible tip that slithered round a basin and scooped up the last morsels of candied-peel. ”
