She
thought, too, that he trembled more than most of them, and that he was
whiter and more slippery. 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 at
that cry the Teacup fluttered hastily down and turned itself upside
down over the piece of dimple. And there it sat, panting a little, but
looking as plump and pleased as possible, though the Snimmy was still
dancing and sniffing ferociously around its rim.
"There!" said the Plynck in her own gentle voice, though it still
shook with excitement. "It's a mercy you settled without breaking."
Then, turning to Sara, "And goodness knows how we'll ever get it out,
Sara. It will take at least three onions to anaesthetize the Snimmy."
Now, this was indeed dreadful. Sara had been conscious enough before
this announcement of the havoc she had wrought by her carelessness;
and now to have brought down upon herself a word like that! She was
almost ready to cry; and to keep from being quite ready, she suggested,
tremulously, "Do you suppose I could go after the onions?"
The Plynck looked at her in surprise.
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