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She was further reassured when she saw the Teacup fluttering and hopping along now on one side, now on the other, and now in front and murmuring, "What in Zeelup, my dear?" with the utmost solicitude expressed on her gentle old face.
Some of Avrillia's children came nearest to looking like it: but not even they were so tinkly or so bubbly or so altogether gay-looking. And how nimble it was disappearing like a drop of water trickling down a rock! "What in the world?" breathed Sara again. " In Zeelup?" breathed the Teacup, quite as softly.
They know nothing of poetry, music or art So why in Sam Hill should they think they're so smart?" "Why in Zeelup?" corrected the Teacup, from above, in a tremulous, weeping voice; but even had it been louder it would have been drowned in the clamor that rose from the tables. "Silence, impudent clown!" roared the fat, fierce-looking Multiplicand. "Ignoramus! nothing of music!
"We'd never in Zeelup be able to get the pieces of the dimple to Schlorge without first anaesthetizing the Snimmy." Sara jumpled: that awful word again! Who was Schlorge, for example? And how was she to get anything to anybody without getting up? And "anaesthetize"? She hated to disturb the Teacup; she was knitting so placidly, and murmuring over and over to herself, "Never in Zeelup."
"Well," she said aloud, "I'm glad they're cheek-dimples, anyhow. But what in the world shall I do about the onions?" "What in Zeelup," corrected the Teacup gently, counting her stitches. "Milder than swearing, my dear, more becoming, and quite as effective." Sara wanted to tell her she wasn't swearing, but just at that moment the wife of the Snimmy remarked, with some disgust in her voice,
"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."
So there was Sara, with five dolls in her arms, and the Snimmy shuddering deliciously from head to foot because he was beginning to smell dimples in his sleep. "What in the world shall I do?" wondered Sara, half aloud. "What in Zeelup, my dear," corrected the Teacup, leaning out from her perch with sympathetic interest. And then, what do you think the Teacup saw?
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