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Updated: June 26, 2025
We will not dwell on the natural sadness of the occasion; rather, let us rejoice in the delights we have enjoyed together, and hope for a recurrence of these fair and memorable days. Sehlorge!" Schlorge, overcome with pride and embarrassment, rose from his seat. He started around the pool with much dignity; then his composure suddenly gave way. "Where's the stump?" he began to shout wildly.
You may well imagine that it was not easy for Sara to look cross in such a strange, delicious place. But she knew she owed it to the poor little Zizz, so she tried with all her might to think only of fractions and asparagus. They were all so interested in listening to the deepening blueness of the sound the Zizz made that they kept quite still. Suddenly Schlorge thought of something.
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!
These gentlemen, now " "Sure!" said the four Gunki at once, in tenor, baritone, bass, and second bass. Sara, even in her distress, was charmed; for that was the first time she had heard a Gunkus speak. "Are you sure you won't faint from loss of air?" asked Schlorge looking at the patient anxiously; and indeed the air was pouring in a steady stream out of the Kewpie's inside.
The stick was made of the willow wand Sara had seen him cut; and the bag was made of two thicknesses of spider's web. "Now I'll get him," said Schlorge grimly. "Pack up now, and let's start out again." So all together they started out, climbing hills, and jumping across tumbling streams, and scrambling over rocks.
Schlorge mends them one day, and she breaks them the next, and so we usually have plenty." Sara was charmed. But as she stood gazing at the Plynck she remembered what she had heard her say as she came in. "Will will she fly?" she whispered to the Echo. "Well, I don't know," said the Echo of the Plynck. "There's a rule that she must, and so it's quite an effort.
He pressed Sara's shoe-button decidedly and she floated softly down upon the blue plush, like a milk-weed seed in the fall. And then Schlorge deftly took off her dimples it felt very funny to have them removed with the forceps and put them in the dimple-holder where they belonged. Then, drawing a deep breath, he rubbed his hands and smiled at her, saying, "What's the next thing you'd like to do?"
She's still got on her dimples! Won't you learn, Sara? Course I didn't notice 'em while you frowned. Come, now " "And it's time for the Snimmy to be back," interrupted the Teacup, who had fluttered down and perched on the edge of the moon-dial to see what time it was. "They said they'd only be gone two hours." "Then there's no time to lose," said Schlorge.
Pirlaps, at her side, said, "Good for you, Avrillia!" under his breath; and Schlorge glared at the Fractions with triumphant scorn and continued, "Like leaves of the forest when summer is green Our beautiful Garden at sunset was seen; Like leaves of the forest when autumn is flown, You see it this morning all withered and strown."
Schlorge sprang upon it without noticing the chocolate, but he was so agitated that he put his left hand into his bosom and his right behind his back, instead of the other way around. However, it was in a loud, firm voice, with fierce, defiant looks at the invaders, that he informed Sara: "The Fractions came down like a wolf on the fold: Their ears are acute but their noses are cold.
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