"Now," he said, "if you'll always remember to stand inside of that
circle, when you take 'em off and put 'em on, there won't be any more
trouble. And take 'em off as soon as you shut the doors. If you
dilly-dally a minute--"
At that moment the Plynck awoke and saw Sara. She stretched her warm,
shimmering feathers and smiled.
"Avrillia's at home," she said, gently.
Chapter II
Avrillia
"I make it a rule," the Plynck was saying, as Sara dropped the curtain
behind her the next morning, "to fly around the fountain at least
twice every day." As she spoke, she reached out and took, from a
bundle that lay within easy reach in a crotch of the Gugollaph-tree,
something that looked like a little ivory stick. She snapped it easily
with one golden claw, dropped the fragments, and reached out with
careless grace for another.
"Oh," breathed Sara, clasping her hands. And she could not help adding,
shyly, "If I could only see you when you fly--Madame Plynck!"
Sara was very proud of herself after she had said that. She had never
called anybody "Madame" before, but she had read it in books, and it
seemed just the title for a creature so beautiful and gentle and
stately as the Plynck. It seemed so suitable that it gave her courage
to repeat, "If I could only see you fly!"
"But I don't do it often, you see," answered the Plynck, quietly.
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