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Updated: June 4, 2025
"Give me a chance to prove my theory!" continued Sara, in the butterfly language. "Here, Snoodle!" she called, soothingly. "Here Horn-Devil!" It took a great deal of courage for Sara to speak soothingly to the giant caterpillar; but you see the butterfly people were beginning to think her a very wise, brave person, and that made it rather necessary for her to be one.
All the other presents were marked "For Sara, with our congratulations, because she is older than the Snoodle." But this one was marked, in a round, childish hand, "For my dear Sara because she is older than me." But the grand surprise came when, near the last, four Gunki hurried in bearing a large chest, which they placed at Sara's feet.
Then the Snoodle, having finished his embrace, released his long-lost relative and sat down on his long hinder-parts, looking about at the spectators with an air that said, "There! I'm satisfied! I didn't do any harm, did I?" And at that the populace went wild. You never saw such a change come over a nation of people in your life.
"Well, yes, I suppose you might call it that," answered Pirlaps, looking at her in the kind, indulgent way he had when she showed her odd little ideas and her inexperience. "Didn't you announce yesterday that you were older than the Snoodle?"
For a moment Sara felt as if she ought to explain that that was only the beginning of her speech, and that, if they had not interrupted her, she had meant to tell them that she was sorry that she had not taken more responsibility for the Snoodle, and reminded him to ask permission from the Snimmy's wife before he left the Garden.
The cave is only about 30 feet above high-water mark and the entrance the birds favour is, strange to say, averse from the sea and much obscured by leafage. After the first fright the birds became quiet and confident. A young one flew into my half-closed hand, and I detained it for a while and it never struggled. Another tried to snoodle into the shirt-pocket of the black boy who accompanied me.
You would have followed the Snoodle, too, if he had wagged himself at you in that delightful, insinuating fashion, rolled over and over across your foot, and then gone frisking down the path, looking back beguilingly over his shoulder. So of course Sara did, as soon as she had properly disposed of her dimples.
It read, "In Honor of Sara. Because She is Older than the Snoodle!" It was made of white and pink gum-drops, and they told her afterward that the Snimmy had sat up all night to weep them. The Plynck furnished the electricity by smiling every little while. This lit up the pink and white gum-drops, till they looked like the tiny globes on the Wooded Island at the Park.
"Your Majesty!" he cried. "There's a strange animal attacking the caterpillars!" Sara's heart sank. The Snoodle she knew it must be the Snoodle! And she felt responsible for him! She jumped up from her silver table-cloth and ran out of the palace door, with the whole court zigzagging excitedly after her.
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!
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