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The Gunki carried her around on their shoulders; the Snimmy and his wife pelted her with moon-flowers; the Plynck and the Teacup kept up an agitated patter of feminine hand-clapping; and Schlorge came running down the path from the Dimplesmithy, cheering wildly.
Sara and her other friends stood knitting their brows in perplexity. Suddenly the Snimmy's wife spoke again. "Send for Schlorge," she said. "He'll know what to do." No sooner were the words out of her mouth than they saw a Gunkus running down the path toward the Dimplesmithy to tell Schlorge. "In the meantime, Sara, you'd better dress me more suitably," suggested the Billiken kindly.
Sara saw that, though he was still rather bashful, Schlorge had taken a great fancy to her. It pleased her very much; he was such a useful and accommodating person. While she was trying to decide which one of several places she would ask him to show to her, the Plynck remarked, gently, "Avrillia's at home." Avrillia that was it!
"Well!" said Schlorge grimly. "It won't do that again." They all saw that Schlorge had something on his mind, and began to watch him as he took his gimlet out of his pocket and began to cut a small willow wand. "What are you going to do, Schlorge?" asked the Japanese doll, who was a good sort of a person, but a little lacking in tact. "Never mind me," said Schlorge, "the rest of you take a nap!"
"Why, there isn't any stump here, you know but you may use my step, if you like." He had lovely manners, even with a plain dimplesmith like Schlorge; and he rose as he spoke, with his palette in his hand, and made a pleasant gesture to indicate that Schlorge was quite welcome to it.
The poor Teacup was naturally very much upset. "If my handle had not been so consanguineous " she quavered, again and again. But, on the whole, considering her age and her timid disposition, they were all rather surprised at her fortitude. Schlorge, who was still holding her, was looking very grave. "Sara will have to frown on her," he said, "as she did on the Zizz."
Sara could see that the ropes were made of taffy, but she could not imagine where they had found enough pulley-bones to supply all the pulleys. So she asked Schlorge about it, and he explained with great relish that they had used the wish-bones of the Fractions themselves. "Oh, we've made 'em useful!" said Schlorge, triumphantly. "We've used everything about 'em except their conceit.
He cannot make it at that point because his hands will be already arranged. But I will request that you all observe it carefully, and hold it in mind until it is needed." Thereupon Schlorge made a large, deliberate, comprehensive gesture. It included the pool, the Gugollaph-tree, the prose-bush not only the whole Garden, in fact, but the lovely amphitheatre beyond it.
So she ran up to him and touched his elbow and asked, almost crying, "What is it, Schlorge? How did it happen?" Schlorge, even in his excitement, was comforted by her sympathy, and evidently very glad to see another ally. "Why a " he began, and then, remembering, he cried excitedly, "Where's the stump where's the stump? I have to tell Sara about it!"
"I know I could never in Zeelup get there, with this consanguineous handle," hesitated the Teacup, in tears. And just then they saw one of the Gunki rushing off down the road as fast as his feet could carry him. The Plynck drew a sobbing breath of relief. "Don't cry, dear stand still," she said, finding time at last to feel sorry for Sara. "We'll soon have it out now, when Schlorge gets here."
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