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"I thought so," said Avrillia, with relief, "but Sara seemed to think there were more than seventy." Then her eyes fell upon the trousers of Pirlaps, who had risen and was coming toward them now, with Yassuh rolling along behind with the step. "O Pirlaps," said Avrillia, her sweet voice full of reproach, "you haven't changed your trousers!
But the bonbons were charming of all shapes and colors, and almost as large as a pinhead. Sara was really suffering from curiosity to know what Avrillia was going to do with the medicines, but she had already asked so many questions that she thought she would try to be very polite, and wait.
At that Sara could not help showing that she noticed the large black spot left by the chocolate on the seat of his trousers. He saw her look at it, and spoke to her kindly. "That's all right, little girl," he said. "Avrillia will have me change them in a minute." Then he noticed Schlorge's dreadful impatience for something to stand on, and rang a little bell in his left ear.
"Well," said Avrillia with great exactitude Sara had already discovered that Avrillia had a weakness for being considered practical "fourteen of them are six and three of them are two and thirty are seven and ten are nine, and five are six months." "My!" said Sara, in doubt and wonder.
"Do you throw your poems down there?" she asked of Avrillia, in inexpressible wonder. "Of course," said Avrillia. "I write them on rose-leaves, you know " "Oh, yes!" breathed Sara. She still thought she had never heard of anything that sounded lovelier than poems written on rose-leaves. "Petals, I mean, of course," continued Avrillia, "all colors, but especially blue.
"I told you we were coming to see them! They live with their mother, Mrs. Sneeze, and their grandfather, Old Man Cough. Avrillia thinks she can help them, but they're a shiftless lot. Haven't a particle of get-up-and-go! Always waiting for somebody to take 'em!" Avrillia was too much interested to notice what Sara and Pirlaps were doing.
Sara, remembering Pirlaps and his white trousers, looked so eager and so uncomprehending that Avrillia evidently felt called upon to explain further. "It makes it necessary for him to sit on the step constantly, you see. And it's of chocolate. That's unfortunate, too, but it can't be helped. It's all right in winter, of course, but in summer it's a great deal of trouble.
Avrillia came next with her present. It was a little urn of jade and ivory, and it was full to the top of dried poems written on rose-leaves. Have you ever seen the quaint rose-jars some old-fashioned ladies have in their parlors? Well, some one of them, when she was little, saw one of Avrillia's poem-jars; and she made these others in a homesick effort to imitate it.
"Why," began Sara, "I thought he had " "To be sure he has," said Avrillia, looking a little amused. "It grows so fast, you see." Sara turned this over in her mind for several moments. Then her thoughts returned to the step. She simply couldn't help making suggestions to Avrillia. She seemed, for all her little haughty politenesses, so helpless. "You might put something over it " she began.
So the Kewpie was rewarded for being good, and the Baby was rewarded for being bad, and Sara slipped through the ivory doors with both of them tucked under one arm. Almost immediately a Gunkus in livery stepped up and handed her a note from Avrillia. He made a low bow, holding his shoe in his right hand over his heart.
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