this Dog-Head so splendid he filled the room up to its high timbers.
What did she see, but Miller, shed of her miller disguise, revealed to be the perfectly hunted, a shining Vixen, a fox ghost, red as fire, with not one, but nine magnificent plumed tails,
this Vixen so radiant 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. Such mundane daughters may be of use to us, regarding our trouble."
"The Lively child," mused Vixen, "seeks pleasure. She will not find liveliness here to suit her."
"And the Clever one," said Dog-Head, "she wants —"