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"I guess I've heard it." "Now, isn't that odd and interesting!" said the Echo to the Plynck. "The child says she has heard it, but never seen it. Here," she added, turning to Sara, and speaking in a louder tone, "we see a great deal of laughter but we never hear it." "Well, and are you going to stand there all day staring?" suddenly put in the wife of the Snimmy from the prose-bush.
When they reached the Dimplesmithy, they sent the Snimmy to sniff out the neighborhood carefully with his debilitating nose, to see if there were any spies about; and when he returned, Pirlaps carefully unfolded his plan. "I am convinced," he said earnestly, "from what I have observed this morning, that Poetry will be absolutely fatal to these hateful intruders who have descended upon us.
And the instant she touched the pavement, the Snimmy gave a great gulping sob and hid his face in his hands; and small, grainy tears the size of gum-drops began to trickle through them and fall into his vest-pocket. The Echo of the Plynck in the water gave a rippling laugh of relief. "Well," she said, "it's a mercy you remembered that.
"Where's the Snimmy?" he asked, sharply. "He's gone with his wife to bathe the Snoodle," answered the Echo of the Plynck. "They have to bathe it every three days, you know, in castor oil. That's what keeps it white. And there isn't any here." "Thank goodness!" thought Sara, who had nearly jumped off the stump at the sound of those baleful syllables.
Alas, so were they all! It was no use trying to disguise it! So the Snimmy said, almost tearfully, "Why didn't we think to bring some lunch?" "Humph!" retorted his wife. "You'd never think of anything except dimples!" So saying, she took down a large hamper which she had been carrying on her head, and removed the cloth which was tucked neatly over it.
The gum-drops began falling all around like hail-stones, so fast that Sara felt that she ought to help him all she could without getting up to get them into his vest-pocket. The clatter of the gum-drops again attracted the attention of the Plynck's Echo, who said, kindly, "Go and take a nap, now, Snimmy, and you'll feel better."
The Teacup fluttered, the Snimmy sniffed; and the Snimmy's wife that grim, undemonstrative woman rushed out from the prose-bush and gathered her darling, and Sara, too, to her heart. But Sara was not through being brave. She stepped up upon Schlorge's stump, and, swallowing hard, said in a clear voice, "Perhaps it was my fault. I'm older than the Snoodle " "Hurrah for Sara!
"Well," said the Koopf, judiciously, "the Plynck's Echo should have seen to that, first thing. Ought to have had a dimple-holder at the gate. Ought to know the Snimmy, by this time. A good fellow can't help his failing. We used to keep a dimple-holder there all the time, but it's been so long, as I told you, since we've had anybody come along that was dimpliferous, to speak of.
Her first thought, indeed, when she realized what had happened, was to conceal the catastrophe from the Plynck; but before she could get her breath that gentle bird startled her almost out of her wits by shrieking, "Watch out! the Snimmy will get it!"
Was there ever such haste and excitement? Sara jumped up and down with delight, and everybody in the Garden laughed. As for the Snimmy, he was quite overcome, and began to shed gum-drops of joy. "For once he's had a full meal," said his wife, grimly indulgent. As for Sara, she ran off, laughing, to tell Jimmy how funny he had looked.
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