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Passing
under
an
arching
grove
of
budding
syringas
,
we
presently
came
to
an
open
court-yard
paved
with
blue
and
white
tiles
,
having
in
its
centre
a
picturesque
dove-cote
built
in
the
form
of
a
Chinese
pagoda
.
Here
pausing
,
Mavis
clapped
her
hands
.
A
cloud
of
doves
,
white
,
grey
,
brown
,
and
opalescent
answered
the
summons
,
circling
round
and
round
her
head
,
and
flying
down
in
excited
groups
at
her
feet
.
"
Here
are
my
reviewers
!
"
she
said
laughing
--
"
Are
they
not
pretty
creatures
?
The
ones
I
know
best
are
named
after
their
respective
journals
--
there
are
plenty
of
anonymous
ones
of
course
,
who
flock
in
with
the
rest
.
Here
,
for
instance
,
is
the
'
Saturday
Review
'
"
--
and
she
picked
up
a
strutting
bird
with
coral-tinted
feet
,
who
seemed
to
rather
like
the
attention
shown
to
him
--
"
He
fights
with
all
his
companions
and
drives
them
away
from
the
food
whenever
he
can
.
He
is
a
quarrelsome
creature
!
"
--
here
she
stroked
the
bird
's
head
--
"
You
never
know
how
to
please
him
--
he
takes
offence
at
the
corn
sometimes
and
will
only
eat
peas
,
or
vice
versa
.
He
quite
deserves
his
name
--
go
away
,
old
boy
!
"
and
she
flung
the
pigeon
in
the
air
and
watched
it
soaring
up
and
down
--
"
He
is
such
a
comical
old
grumbler
!
There
is
the
'
Speaker
'
"
--
and
she
pointed
to
a
fat
fussy
fantail
--
"
He
struts
very
well
,
and
fancies
he
's
important
,
you
know
,
but
he
is
n't
.
Over
there
is
'
Public
Opinion
,
'
--
that
one
half-asleep
on
the
wall
;
next
to
him
is
the
'
Spectator
,
'
--
you
see
he
has
two
rings
round
his
eyes
like
spectacles
.
That
brown
creature
with
the
fluffy
wings
all
by
himself
on
that
flower-pot
is
the
'
Nineteenth
Century
,
'
--
the
little
bird
with
the
green
neck
is
the
'
Westminster
Gazette
,
'
and
the
fat
one
sitting
on
the
platform
of
the
cote
is
the
'
Pall-Mall
.
'
He
knows
his
name
very
well
--
see
!
"
and
she
called
merrily
--
"
Pall
Mall
!
Come
boy
!
--
come
here
!
"
The
bird
obeyed
at
once
,
and
flying
down
from
the
cote
settled
on
her
shoulder
.
"
There
are
so
many
others
--
it
is
difficult
to
distinguish
them
sometimes
,
"
--
she
continued
--
"
Whenever
I
get
a
bad
review
I
name
a
pigeon
--
it
amuses
me
.
That
draggle-tailed
one
with
the
muddy
feet
is
the
'
Sketch
,
'
--
he
is
not
at
all
a
well-bred
bird
I
must
tell
you
!
--
that
smart-looking
dove
with
the
purple
breast
is
the
'
Graphic
,
'
and
that
bland
old
grey
thing
is
the
'
I.
L.
N.
'
short
for
'
Illustrated
London
News
.
'
Those
three
white
ones
are
respectively
'
Daily
Telegraph
,
'
'
Morning
Post
,
'
and
'
Standard
.
'
Now
see
them
all
!
"
and
taking
a
covered
basket
from
a
corner
she
began
to
scatter
corn
and
peas
and
various
grains
in
lavish
quantities
all
over
the
court
.
For
a
moment
we
could
scarcely
see
the
sky
,
so
thickly
the
birds
flocked
together
,
struggling
,
fighting
,
swooping
downwards
,
and
soaring
upwards
--
but
the
wingëd
confusion
soon
gave
place
to
something
like
order
when
they
were
all
on
the
ground
and
busy
,
selecting
their
respective
favourite
foods
from
the
different
sorts
provided
for
their
choice
.
"
You
are
indeed
a
sweet-natured
philosopher
"
--
said
Lucio
smiling
,
"
if
you
can
symbolize
your
adverse
reviewers
by
a
flock
of
doves
!
"
She
laughed
merrily
.
"
Well
,
it
is
a
remedy
against
all
irritation
,
"
--
she
returned
;
"
I
used
to
worry
a
good
deal
over
my
work
,
and
wonder
why
it
was
that
the
press
people
were
so
unnecessarily
hard
upon
me
,
when
they
showed
so
much
leniency
and
encouragement
to
far
worse
writers
--
but
after
a
little
serious
consideration
,
finding
that
critical
opinion
carried
no
sort
of
conviction
whatever
to
the
public
,
I
determined
to
trouble
no
more
about
it
--
except
in
the
way
of
doves
!
"
"
In
the
way
of
doves
,
you
feed
your
reviewers
,
"
--
I
observed
.
"
Exactly
!
And
I
suppose
I
help
to
feed
them
even
as
women
and
men
!
"
she
said
--
"
They
get
something
from
their
editors
for
'
slashing
'
my
work
--
and
they
probably
make
a
little
more
out
of
selling
their
'
review
copies
.
'
So
you
see
the
dove-emblem
holds
good
throughout
.
But
you
have
not
seen
the
'
Athenæum
,
'
--
oh
,
you
must
see
him
!
"
With
laughter
still
lurking
in
her
blue
eyes
,
she
took
us
out
of
the
pigeon-court
,
and
led
the
way
round
to
a
sequestered
and
shady
corner
of
the
garden
,
where
,
in
a
large
aviary-cage
fitted
up
for
its
special
convenience
,
sat
a
solemn
white
owl
.
The
instant
it
perceived
us
,
it
became
angry
,
and
ruffling
up
its
downy
feathers
,
rolled
its
glistening
yellow
eyes
vindictively
and
opened
its
beak
.
Two
smaller
owls
sat
in
the
background
,
pressed
close
together
--
one
grey
,
the
other
brown
.
"
Cross
old
boy
!
"
said
Mavis
,
addressing
the
spiteful-looking
creature
in
the
sweetest
of
accents
--
"
Have
n't
you
found
any
mice
to
kill
to-day
?
Oh
,
what
wicked
eyes
!
--
what
a
snappy
mouth
!
"
Then
turning
to
us
,
she
went
on
--
"
Is
n't
he
a
lovely
owl
?
Does
n't
he
look
wise
?
--
but
as
a
matter
of
fact
he
's
just
as
stupid
as
ever
he
can
be
.
That
is
why
I
call
him
the
'
Athenæum
'
!
He
looks
so
profound
,
you
'd
fancy
he
knows
everything
,
but
he
really
thinks
of
nothing
but
killing
mice
all
the
time
--
which
limits
his
intelligence
considerably
!
"
