"Oh, well," said a Disciple arranging herself more comfortably on the bed, "who wants to go to the theatre anyhow?"
"Of all the boring ways of spending an evening," said a second.
"Sitting with one's knees in someone's back," said a third.
"With one's eyes glued to opera glasses," said a fourth.
"Why opera glasses?" asked Lucy, surprised to find Miss Lux's attitude repeated in a gathering where sophistication had not yet destroyed a juvenile thirst for entertainment.
"What would you see without them?"
"Little dolls walking about in a box."
"Like something on Brighton pier."
"Except that on Brighton pier you can see the expression on the faces."
They were rather like something from Brighton pier themselves, Lucy thought. A turn. A sort of extended Tweedledum and Tweedledee. They were apparently not moved to speech unless one of their number made a remark; when the others felt called upon to produce corroborative evidence.