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Chapter 20

           Passingunderanarchinggroveofbuddingsyringas,wepresentlycametoanopencourt-yardpavedwithblueandwhitetiles,havinginitscentreapicturesquedove-cotebuiltintheformofaChinesepagoda.Herepausing,Mavisclappedherhands.Acloudofdoves,white,grey,brown,andopalescentansweredthesummons,circlingroundandroundherhead,andflyingdowninexcitedgroupsatherfeet.

           "Herearemyreviewers!"shesaidlaughing—"Aretheynotprettycreatures?TheonesIknowbestarenamedaftertheirrespectivejournals—thereareplentyofanonymousonesofcourse,whoflockinwiththerest.Here,forinstance,isthe‘SaturdayReview’"—andshepickedupastruttingbirdwithcoral-tintedfeet,whoseemedtoratherliketheattentionshowntohim—"Hefightswithallhiscompanionsanddrivesthemawayfromthefoodwheneverhecan.Heisaquarrelsomecreature!"—hereshestrokedthebird’shead—"Youneverknowhowtopleasehim—hetakesoffenceatthecornsometimesandwillonlyeatpeas,orviceversa.Hequitedeserveshisname—goaway,oldboy!"andsheflungthepigeonintheairandwatcheditsoaringupanddown—"Heissuchacomicaloldgrumbler!Thereisthe‘Speaker’"—andshepointedtoafatfussyfantail—"Hestrutsverywell,andfancieshe’simportant,youknow,butheisn’t.Overthereis‘PublicOpinion,’—thatonehalf-asleeponthewall;nexttohimisthe‘Spectator,’—youseehehastworingsroundhiseyeslikespectacles.

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