) So she asked the
Koopf, quite respectfully,
"What ought I to do with them, when I shut the doors and come in?"
"Well," said the Koopf, judiciously, "the Plynck's Echo should have
seen to that, first thing. Ought to have had a dimple-holder at the
gate. Ought to know the Snimmy, by this time. A good fellow--can't
help his failing. We used to keep a dimple-holder there all the time,
but it's been so long, as I told you, since we've had anybody come
along that was dimpliferous, to speak of. We've got sort of careless,
I guess. I've got a very nice stock, here; I'll put one up before you
go, so you'll know where to find it next time." As he spoke he took
down from a shelf behind him a sort of receptacle which looked rather
like a soap-bubble, rather like a gazing-globe; except that it had a
tiny opening at the top, and a cushion of whipped cream in the bottom.
Then he picked up from his bench the dimples, which he had been
mending as he talked.
"It's a good thing the Snimmy can't see 'em now," he said, holding
them off at arm's length and looking at them with frank admiration.
"They're as good as new. Now let me show you what to do with 'em next
time you come."
So saying, he dropped them into the holder, where they looked very
pretty sparkling on the whipped cream cushion.
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