And Sara started down the path toward the Dimplesmithy.
The path turned presently into a wide road, very pleasant and
peaceful-looking, and so deep with pollen-dust that Sara's shoes soon
looked as if they were powdered with gold. Sunset sheep came wandering
down the road now and then, and lines of white geese, and once she
passed a little pond where green ducks were quacking and paddling; the
road was so pretty, indeed, that it was hard for her to keep her mind
on finding the Dimplesmithy. There were tall Gugollaph-trees all along
the road, here and there, but Sara felt sure she would know the right
one when she saw it. And sure enough, there it was, with the smithy in
the shade of it, and the Koopf blowing up the fire in his forge with a
pair of puff-ball bellows. She knew now why he had hurried home so
fast: it was to put on his apron. It was of the finest mouse-hide, and
he was plainly very proud of it.
He took the dimples from Sara at once, and showed a keen professional
interest in them. He assured her that he had never seen a finer pair.
"But you must take better care of them," he said.
He seemed so kind and interested that Sara thought perhaps he would
help her with a problem she had been revolving in her mind ever since
the accident. (She had fastened the problem on a little stick with a
pin, like the paper windmills Jimmy made, so that she could turn it
around very easily, and so see all sides of it.
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