'Then you must be Anser!'
'Anser!' said Cherry. 'If he appears at all, it must be as Athene's Owl.—What great eyes you have, my dear!'
In a moment she dashed into her first draught an owl, comically resembling Lance; 'the twinkling blink in its eyes looking out of that indefinite bushiness,' as Gertrude said.
'Against the beard movement, Miss May?'
'There's only one moustache in the family!'
'Diplomatic,' laughed Cherry.
'Not wholly,' said Gertrude. 'One does go by one's brothers; and I like to see people's expression.'
'But,' said Lance, 'I trust at least I'm the owl of the church tower, though I can't hoot any longer.'
'Athene's ought to be prying down with superior contempt upon the ladies in the Academy.'
'Inspecting them!' said Cherry. 'Hearing them pronounce vicissim we-kiss-im in turns, and making a note.'