Touchstone, the jester.
Owly, the wise one.
Slumber, the dream-elf.
After the Elves had made a tour of all the grounds around Templeton Hall, their Captain called them together to decide upon a name for their new home.
“Let us call our new home ‘Scale-Cliff’,” said Tono, the music-elf.
“A very pretty idea,” said Rainbow, “but don’t you think ‘Rocklight’ would be prettier still?”
“‘Rocklight’ won’t do at all,” said Slumber, the dream-elf, “because it suggests wakefulness—so I propose that we call it ‘Slumber-Nest’ instead.”
“Can’t you think of anything but dreams and slumber?” asked Iris-Wing, the flower-elf. “I wouldn’t live in a place with a name like ‘Slumber-Nest’, and so I move that we call our new home ‘Rose-Bower.’”
“Pooh! pooh!” said Owly, the wise one, “‘Rose-Bower’ suggests a garden, and a garden isn’t a house, so I think you’ll all agree with me that ‘Stone-Wall-Gap’ is much more appropriate.”
“We don’t agree, Owly,” said several of the Elves at once.