"By Jove, that Hooligan must have had a good nerve to stand those."
"You're not to call him that. I like him. That's where she turned herself into a man with a lame leg and a bull's head, with flames playing all round it. There she's a big horse, with eagle's wings and a dragon's tail, with fire coming out of her mouth."
"This beats them all, I think!"
"Oh, yes, she's a huge ape with a turkey's tail and duck's feet, there."
"I don't need explanations, thanks," he observed with dignified politeness.
"No? What is that, then?"
She pointed to a sketch.
He studied it earnestly.
"Er—it's a conglomeration—boots—" he paused, reddened, "and a collar."
She laughed.