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Sara distributed handfuls of the beautiful little coins among them and again they cheered her for her generosity. Sara felt that she really did not deserve the cheering, however, as she seemed to have as many as ever even after she had filled Mrs. Snimmy's apron and a shoe apiece for each Gunkus.
"Then the problem of transportation," said Pirlaps, greatly pleased. "There must be no break " "The Gunki will bring 'em," said Schlorge, decisively. "Here, you!" he shouted; and a swarm of Gunki came tumbling out from under the adjacent bushes. "Bring your coal-scuttles!" he shouted; and each Gunkus scuttled back, reappearing in a moment with the desired receptacle. "Good!" said Pirlaps.
"What's more, we done all we could," said the Second Gunkus, looking deeply hurt. "Oh!" said Sara, who now understood. "Why-why! You've been so kind to me! I'd love to repay you in some way! I haven't any money with me," she went on doubtfully, "or any postage stamps, or any ginger-snaps Do you do you like kisses?" The First Gunkus drew the back of his hand across his mouth and giggled.
The last Gunkus was to empty the scuttles into the coffee-mill. In a very short time they had this plan in execution.
But the Gunki felt themselves honored beyond any Snimmy who had ever sniffed. They stuck their noses into the air and strutted along like drum-majors. "Dimples is for folks with tails," said the First Gunkus. It was blue dusk and starlight when they reentered the Garden.
Sara had never had a Gunkus touch her before; but, though they hurried her so fast that she was breathless, and the tears hung where they were on her lashes without having time to fall, they were as gentle with her as possible, and she understood that their anxiety was all on her account.
And just at that moment she saw good old Schlorge hurrying down the path from the Dimplesmithy with the Gunkus at his heels. Then he turned and looked thoughtfully down the path they had pointed out to him, and scratched it some more. Finally he said slowly, "I tell you what we'll have to do," and then, looking about him all at once very wildly, "where's the stump I'll have to tell Sara!
This morning it was not so much curly as melodious; but Sara was in such a hurry that she hardly noticed. She forgot to dismiss the Gunkus, but left him standing in front of the dimple-holder, still bowing low, with his left shoe in his right hand over his heart. "Good-morning, Sara," said Pirlaps, in his unfailingly delightful way, "I'm glad you got here in time.
Besides, it must be confessed that she had caught glimpses of parcels here and there. The Plynck, she was sure, had one under her right wing; and there was no doubt that one was sticking out from under the coat-tails of the First Gunkus. "We are to celebrate all day in your honor, Sara," added Pirlaps. "And this evening, when you are ready to go home, Schlorge will made you an address of welcome.
"Before my Saucer was broken," continued the Teacup, with a grateful look at the thoughtful Gunki, "I've heard him say that a little girl came into the Garden one day with tears in her eyes, and that one would have fallen, if a Gunkus had not caught it in his shoe. Haven't you noticed the old, gray-haired Gunkus, who always wears a wooden medal on his coat-tail "
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