“Oh， of course，” said Hwin. “I expect he is in Anvard. Naturally we’d look in on him and say goodbye. But that‘s on our way. And why shouldn’t we start at once？ After all， I thought it was Narnia we all wanted to get to？”
“I suppose so，” said Aravis. She was beginning to wonder what exactly she would do when she got there， and was feeling a little lonely.
“Of course， of course，” said Bree hastily. “But there‘s no need to rush things， if you know what I mean.”
“No， I don’t know what you mean，” said Hwin. “Why don‘t you want to go？”
“M.m.m， broo.hoo，” muttered Bree. “Well， don’t you see， Ma‘am.it’s an important occasion.returning to one‘s country.entering society.the best society.it is so essential to make a good impression.not perhaps looking quite ourselves， yet， eh？”
Hwin broke out into a horse.laugh. “It’s your tail， Bree！ I see it all now. You want to wait till your tail‘s grown again！ And we don’t even know if tails are worn long in Narnia. Really， Bree， you‘re as vain as that Tarkheena in Tashbaan！”
“You are silly， Bree，” said Aravis.
“By the Lion’s Mane， Tarkheena， I‘m nothing of the sort，” said Bree indignantly. “I have a proper respect for myself and for my fellow horses， that’s all.”