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Manifestly, Schlorge could not get upon the fallen stump, through such a thicket of debris, and he dared not move them nor step on them; besides, it is doubtful if he could have told Sara about it unless the stump were right side up. At this juncture, however, Pirlaps stepped boldly forward and once more offered Schlorge his step.
The Echo, who could not leave the pool to march, spread out the lyre-shaped feathers on the top of her head and played the most beautiful rippling chords for them to march by. And suddenly, when they had gone three times around the fountain, Pirlaps said, "Take the seat of honor, Sara, and receive our gifts."
All was still about the beautiful little house where Avrillia lived, and Sara looked at it lovingly, for she had a sort of feeling somewhere deep under her little apron that she would not see it again for a long while. Pirlaps, who knew Avrillia pretty well, did not look in the pink bed-room, or the kitchen, or the sitting-room; no, he went straight to the balcony.
"Wh-where?" she asked. She was anxious not to appear awkward, but she did not see any particular place to sit. "On the cake, dear, of course," said Pirlaps, who seemed never to tire of smiling at her odd little questions. Sara had never done this before, but she was willing to try; and she was just about to climb upon the cake when another thought deterred her. "But the candles?
Very quietly then, while the Fractions were busy drinking, Schlorge and Pirlaps and Avrillia and Sara and the Snimmy and the Snimmy's wife slipped out of the Garden and down the path to the Dimplesmithy. They didn't think it necessary to tell the Plynck, who was too much crushed to be of use, or the Teacup, for whom they dreaded the slightest shock.
He led them to a little Chinese restaurant where a dumb-waiter with a pigtail noiselessly served them with very good things to eat though Avrillia said the prices were outrageous. As they were dipping their eyelashes daintily in the finger-bowls, Pirlaps said, "Well, Sara, shall we go with Avrillia, or would you rather stay here?" "Oh, let's go!" cried Sara.
Even in this terrible moment Sara could not help noticing what a lovely stuff the powder was a blue and silver dust, with a delicate fragrance like sachet powder. Surely it could not harm anybody! She felt a sinking of the heart; but she kept her eyes on Pirlaps, and his splendid, confident bearing helped to reassure her. And when he said, "A B C!" they all fired simultaneously.
Sara was determined, when she shut the ivory doors behind her the next morning, to do two things, no matter what happened; first, she would put her dimples in the dimple-holder immediately; and, second, she would go right on to find Pirlaps, and not be beguiled into lingering around the pool by the fascinating talk of the Plynck and her Echo.
"Well, Sara," said the pleasant fairy-gentleman, taking her hand, "how are you? Did you come to see Avrillia?" "Yes, sir," said Sara, looking up at him from under her lashes and thinking she had never see a shaving-person, except her own father, so delightful. "I think you'll find her on her balcony," said Pirlaps, kindly. "I just heard a poem drop over the Verge.
And the poor, timid Teacup looked like a gentle, fat little old lady who has just been shot out of a volcano. Avrillia and Pirlaps were standing together in the little arch, looking with passionate and indignant eyes upon the general distress and havoc, and especially upon the insolent creatures who had caused it.
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