Of course it
flew up to a higher branch and balanced itself there instead of
falling; but the poor little thing was so round and fat,
that--especially as it hadn't any feet--it had some difficulty at
first in perching. As for the Plynck, she seemed so embarrassed over
her mistake that Sara felt dreadfully uncomfortable for her.
Recovering herself, however, in a moment, she said in her sweet,
gentle way,
"Well, dear, you wouldn't want the Zizzes to fall into them, even if
this isn't The House--would you?"
Sara hadn't noticed until then that the air was full of Zizzes; but
the minute she saw their darling little vibrating wings she knew that
she wouldn't for anything have one of them come to grief in her
dimples. They were more like hummingbirds than anything she had ever
seen outside of her head, but of course they were not nearly so large;
most of them were about a millionth-part as large as a small mosquito.
She noticed, too, that their tails were bitter. 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.
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