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Updated: June 14, 2025
Sara stood as still as she could, for the tickling. "What is it?" she ventured to ask, tremulously. "It's a Zizz, dear," said the Plynck, soothingly. "He flew into your dimple and got stuck in the sugar left there from your last smile. You should have wiped it off," she added, very gently. "Standing so close to the pool has made it sticky, and now the poor little Zizz "
"I can't go, of course," she said with dignity, "but go ahead don't mind me." "Oh, my dear, I'm so sorry!" said the Plynck, hovering over her softly. "I wish you could!" "Go ahead," said the Echo, trying hard not to look sulky and virtuous; and so Sara ran down the path after the others, with the Plynck and the Teacup fluttering gracefully over her head.
"What is it?" she cried, jumping up and down. "Oh, what is it?" "It's one of the Zizzes!" cried the Plynck. "Where are the forceps? Run for Schlorge won't somebody please run for Schlorge?" She sat fluttering her lovely pink plumes and gazing around with her sweet, wild, golden eyes in such acute distress that the sight of her grieved and terrified Sara even more than the awful tickling.
Ordinarily, she had never felt afraid of Snimmies; but the startling shriek of the Plynck, and the exposed position of her dimple, set her to jumping wildly up and down. And, indeed, the worst would have happened, had not the Echo of the Plynck, with great presence of mind, cried out', "Cover it! Cover it!"
And so they all escorted Sara and her dolls back to the dimple-holder in state. The Snoodle was awake, and howling lonesomely; but he was soon frisking happily about their feet. The Plynck flew at once to her branch and looked into the pool, and there sat her Echo. "Have a pleasant day?" the latter asked, inscrutably. But the Plynck was so puzzled that she said nothing at all.
"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."
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.
Sara was determined, when she shut the ivory doors behind her the next morning, to do two things, no matter what happened; first, she would put her dimples in the dimple-holder immediately; and, second, she would go right on to find Pirlaps, and not be beguiled into lingering around the pool by the fascinating talk of the Plynck and her Echo.
Sara was still trying to think of something pleasant to say to him, when she noticed that the Plynck, having finished her luncheon, had flown up to a bough of the tree just over the spring; and suddenly she heard her speak. "Well!" she said in astonishment. "Where did you come from?" And looking down, Sara saw the Echo of the Plynck in the water.
If it had not been for the bitterness of their tails, she would not have felt so uneasy about them; as it was, she held the dimples tight in her hand, with the concave side next her palm. "Avrillia's at home," said the Plynck gently, with her eyes on her Teacup, which she was gradually charming back into her hand. "Oh, is she?" exclaimed Sara, clapping her hands with joy.
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