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Updated: May 18, 2025
Presently, at one especially wild, golden place, where the path followed the edge of a chasm, Pirlaps paused a moment and said, "You can hear a lovely reflection from here, Sara. Shall I call?" "A reflection?" said Sara, wonderingly. "Surely," said Pirlaps. "Listen." Then he cupped his hands about his lips and called clearly, "Avrillia!"
And then she was sure she heard the Snicker wink. All this time Sara had been aware of an irresistible curiosity about the table. It looked somehow familiar and unpleasant; and yet it was of a beautiful primrose yellow, decorated with blue roses. At last she put up her hand and whispered to Pirlaps, "The table! Where did you get the table? It wasn't here the other day!" Pirlaps laughed softly.
For, ever since she left him, she had been thinking of the offer Pirlaps had made to take her to see his relations; and she had been growing more and more curious and interested. And this time she did remember her dimples; she saw them sparkling on the whipped cream cushion, all safe and contented, before she so much as lifted her eyes from the blue plush grass.
Sara, somehow, felt herself to have been politely dismissed; and she soon found herself walking beside Pirlaps down the little marble stairs. She slipped her hand into his as she would into her own father's, and, looking up into his face, said, enthusiastically, "Oh, isn't she lovely?" Pirlaps seemed very much pleased, and looked down upon her more kindly than ever. "You like Avrillia?" he said.
As he spoke, Avrillia, looking up, waved a blue rose to them, and disappeared within the house. In a moment she reappeared, wearing the sweetest smile Sara had ever seen. Pirlaps looked greatly pleased and touched. And no wonder; for Avrillia was coming out to meet him, bringing him his step with her own hands.
"I vanished them last Roseday." Pirlaps' face fell a little perhaps an inch, altogether. "Oh, are there children?" "Yes," said Avrillia. "How many?" "Oh, about seventy," said Avrillia, a little languidly. "May may I see them?" asked Sara. "I hope so," said Avrillia. "Perhaps you'll come some day when they're not vanished."
"Never mind, Avrillia," said Pirlaps, soothingly, and Sara noticed that his pleasant, cheerful ways always had a wonderfully calming effect upon Avrillia. "I'm going right in now to change; and then I have a plan that will straighten things out and please everybody." "What is it?" asked Avrillia, looking more hopeful.
Sara had to put her hands behind her back. "Yassuh!" shouted Pirlaps; and Sara had never before heard him speak angrily. "The messy little rascal! I can't even kick him to wake him up I'd never get my foot out! Where are the tongs? Here, Sara, you take the poker, and help me with him!"
She would have stayed anywhere with Pirlaps, but if there was more to see, she wanted to see it. "Have you had the measles?" asked Pirlaps. Sara had; she could not be mistaken about it. "And the mumps?" Again Sara nodded, swallowing hard as she thought of lemons and vinegar. "All right, come ahead," said Pirlaps. And they started off. "But the Baby hasn't!" suddenly remembered Sara.
Moreover, the poem-dust that filled the air seemed to tend to stupefy the others; so that, though there was a terrible uproar and a desperate scramble for weapons, victory for the defenders was certain from the start. There was only one defect in the organization; one thing had escaped Pirlaps' wonderful foresight.
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