"What are you doing?" said Violet gaily. "Composing a sonnet to the summer girl's eyebrows?"
"They are not always her own. What are you about, chicks? wandering round at this time of night."
"We came to help you get home," said Rose. "Or to find out if you were coming."
"Because, if you are not, one pint of flannel cakes for breakfast will be enough," said Violet. "Where is Cherry?"
"I do not know."
"Oh, you took her home, and got moonstruck on the way back," said Rose.
"Struck with something. It was more like Ithuriel's spear," said Magnus absently.
"But what were you at, sure enough?"
"Getting photographs of myself in the moonlight."
"Snap-shots?" Rose asked, laughing at him.