"
"They might not make very complimentary remarks, perhaps," said Alice.
"If they thought of me at all I should be satisfied," said he.
"Couldn't you invent an iron bed, then?" said Miss Adamson, looking at
a representation of these articles hanging alongside the three royal
ladies. "Perhaps they'll last three hundred years, and if you could
bind yourself up with the idea of sweet repose--"
"They won't last three hundred years," said Lady Arthur--"cheap and
nasty, new-fangled things!"
"They maybe cheap and nasty," said George, "but new-fangled they are
not: they must be some thousands of years old. I am afraid, my dear
aunt, you don't read your Bible."
"Don't drag the Bible in among your nonsense. What has it to do with
iron beds?" said Lady Arthur.
"If you look into Deuteronomy, third chapter and eleventh verse,"
said he "you'll find that Og, king of Bashar used an iron bed. It is
probably in existence yet, and it must be quite old enough to make it
worth your while to look after it: perhaps Mr. Cook would personally
conduct you, or if not I should be glad to be your escort.
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