Belle and the dragon. An elfin comedy

"Most certainly, darling," answered Melusine, who was actually aware of no such thing.

She had her own domestic grievance that she was planning to air out.

"Have you considered my invitation from this morning?"

"It was very sweet of you, Mystic."

"Tell me what it was."

"I forget."

"You were invited to Fairyland."

"Of course."

"And you are unkind enough to forget."

"Oh, I remember it now!"

"And I conclude that you accept the offer."

"Certainly."

"But you are inclined to view it as a joke."

"I suppose that it is a joke."

"No. I spoke quite seriously."

"How delightful! Gadfly!"

There was an indistinct grunt from ahead, but the Gadfly did not turn his head.

"You are quite right," said the Mystic, "to insist that your call be obeyed."

"Dragon," said Melusine, "tell your father that I insist on him stopping."

The messenger spread her wings Likely a metaphor for her moving quickly, though fitting the "Dragon" nickname., and in another

moment the quartet was temporarily united to develop that special Ravendale harmony.

"Do you call this going out for a walk?" asked Melusine, skillfully keeping her voice down in respect for public settings.

"I suppose I do, if I can call anything by its name."

"What—with you a mile in front, and your daughter a mile behind? One would think we were lunatics let loose! I insist on us walking together."

"Very well; you can insist if you like, my dear," and the Gadfly turned to go.

"But the Mystic has something to propose," said Melusine.

"If it’s a drink—" began the Gadfly.

She linked her arm in her husband's and effectively prevented his escape, while the Green Dragon hovered nearby.

"What is it, my dear?" asked the Gadfly, forgetting his point while held captive, but partially softening his expression.

"You know he has invited us to Fairyland."

"Oh, nonsense!" said the Gadfly. "Is that all?"

"But he means it."

"I’m sure he does."

"You might be a little more gracious—and do put your tie straight."