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Updated: June 18, 2025
Avrillia will be ready in a second or two." Sara could hardly keep from skipping, she was so pleased at the prospect of a day's expedition with Pirlaps and Avrillia. She did not know where they were going, but that didn't matter: she was sure to see something interesting.
They all stopped playing and looked at him in wonder. "I'm going to take Sara to see my relations, as I promised her I would," he explained, taking Sara kindly by the hand. "Oh, that's lovely," said Avrillia, looking at Pirlaps gratefully out of her speaking eyes. "There's nobody like you, Pirlaps."
"I have suggested that," said Avrillia, "but he would not consent to it. He says it would be circumnavigating Nature. Of course, when it's necessary to offer it to guests " But just at that moment Pirlaps himself came out of the house, wearing a fresh, immaculate pair of trousers. His little pointed beard was gone; but Sara thought she could see it already coming back.
And there sat Avrillia, in a mist of her bright, wild hair, so intent upon her writing that she did not see them, or hear them speak. "Sh sh " said Pirlaps, in a low tone, when he saw how absorbed she was. "We'll wait till she finishes that one. Why didn't I bring my step?"
"'Rillia!" came back the wild, eerie syllables, so distinctly that Sara's heart leaped. "Oh, an echo!" she cried, clapping her hands. "How beautiful!" "Bless the child!" said Pirlaps, smiling at Avrillia. "You hear a reflection, Sara; you see an echo." "Like the Echo of the Plynck in the pool," supplemented Avrillia. "Don't you remember, Sara?"
However, from the front, of course, you hardly noticed it. "Well," said Pirlaps, at last, glancing at the small clinical thermometer he carried, "we'll just have time to take a look at the Strained Relations, and then I must get back and help Avrillia vanish the children." He led Sara to a distant corner of the uncommon that was fenced off from the rest by a high wire netting.
Won't my dress catch?" "Try and see," said Pirlaps; but Avrillia whispered in her ear, "They aren't flames, dear: they're only colored perfumes." So, reassured, Sara took her seat on the cake; and at once she saw that it made a very nice sort of throne. The frosting was resilient, but firm; and she now saw that the candles were arranged so that they made a sort of semicircle about her.
They bought a complete wardrobe for the Kewpie, who had never had any clothes, and was charmed by the novelty of possessing them; but the Baby nearly spoiled everything by waking up and kicking and squalling and refusing to try on a thing! "You'd better behave, you little rascal," said Pirlaps, "it will be a long while before you'll ever have another chance like this!"
A little was spilled, to be sure, because she trembled so terribly; still, it was an enormous improvement, and they all praised and congratulated the Teacup. "Ah, these sheltered women!" said Pirlaps. "How an emergency does bring them out!" The battle must have raged for nearly an hour; but at the end of that time there was not so much as a One-Twenty-Second left alive.
So saying, Pirlaps picked the soft and sleeping Yassuh up gingerly with the tongs, and Sara put the poker crosswise under the softest part of him to keep him from pulling apart, and together they carried him to the door and dropped him outside, where he made a delicious-looking brown puddle on the silver snow.
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