... this Dog-Head so tall he filled the room up to its high timbers.
What did she see, but Miller, shed of her disguise, become the Perfectly Hunted, a shining Vixen, a Fox Ghost, red as fire, with not one, but nine magnificent plumed tails ...
... this Vixen so enormous she filled the room up to its high timbers.
"How long," growled Dog-Head to his companion, "do you suppose our Beggars may stay?"
Vixen shook her wise and marvelous head. "The Simple one is welcome here as long as he wishes. But the maids ..."
Dog-Head agreed. "They are enthralled to the Wide World … and for that reason can be of use to us, regarding our Trouble."
"That Lively child," mused Vixen, "seeks pleasure. She will not find liveliness here to suit her."
"And that Clever one," said Dog-Head, "wants ..."