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Avrillia's eyes sparkled so that Sara was quite reassured; besides, she suddenly remembered the butterfly butter, and how her distress had been turned into rapture on that occasion. And when Avrillia added, "Besides, you have Birdsong wine with it!" she felt as happy as ever, and quite confident that there would be some delightful surprise about it.
Once a goat in an alley looked up and spoke to her but she did not understand what he said. His mouth was full; for he was eating a tin can that looked strangely like Sara's old thimble. Presently they stopped before a mean-looking house and Avrillia knocked. Now, you often hear that word applied to quite innocent houses that are only plain and poor; but this one really was mean-looking.
"The only part I haven't been able to work out," said Pirlaps, with a worried look, "is this: How can we reduce the Poetry to a powdered form fast enough to be effective?" This was a problem indeed; and everybody thought deeply and desperately. Avrillia, Sara could see, was already so absorbed in making the poems that she didn't even hear; but it was an agonizing moment for the rest of them.
And then Avrillia nearly took her breath away by saying, "Well, then, we'll go up and fit the dollies just for good measure. I know a shop where the loveliest doll clothes may be bought for a trifle." And, would you believe it, that was the first time that Sara had remembered the Baby doll and the Kewpie!
"The table is quite empty, and Avrillia has not come with the rest of the suet! Yassuh should have brought more crumbs long ago. Let's go to the house and see what's the trouble, Sara!" They hurried to the house, and began looking everywhere.
And if Sara had loved Avrillia the day before, she could simply find no words now to express her adoration. And when she smiled at her, her eyes were hardly at all wild, but quite playful and gentle; and so sweet that Sara, for a moment, had a dizzy conviction that if she were a Zizz she would fly right into them.
However, Sara made a great effort, and settled herself to listen to the Toasts politely. The name of this Toast was "Sara's Day Because She is Older than the Snoodle," and the Plynck responded to it. And then she made a speech on the Toast's subject. Avrillia leaned over and Whispered, "Eat it, Sara," and then Sara did. And she didn't have any trouble keeping from being disappointed, after that.
She couldn't help loving Avrillia, although she knew that Avrillia was not nearly so fond of her as the Plynck, or Schlorge, or even the Teacup. Yet she would have loved Avrillia, even if she had not been kind to her at all. Now she attracted her attention again by timidly touching her dress. "It it seems a waste," she murmured.
They fairly mobbed Avrillia, all talking at once and snatching at the bottles which they could see sticking out of Avrillia's basket. They had the reddest faces Sara had ever seen, and no manners at all; for without even asking permission they began to drink out of the bottles, quarreling among themselves into the bargain. "Why, the Measles, of course," said Pirlaps.
For she turned around after a while and saw Sara, and smiled at her without surprise, though she looked absent-minded and wistful. "It didn't stick," she said. "What didn't?" asked Sara. Her words may not sound very polite; but if you could have heard the awe and wonder in her little voice you would have pardoned her. "The poem," said Avrillia. What was it her voice was like? Sheep-bells?
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