"This is the day to unhem it," she answered rather glumly. "I unhem it
every Pinkday, and hem it every Lilyday. I used to hem it only oncet a
month, but Avrillia said that wasn't civilized, and whatever she says,
goes. At least," she added, glancing up at the Plynck, who was still
circling beautifully around the fountain, "she thinks so. And as long
as I live neighbor to her it's sort-of up to me to respect her
standards."
Avrillia! Ah, now Sara remembered! She had meant to go straight to
find Pirlaps and Avrillia! She glanced around to see if she could find
the curly little path; but she could not really start until she had
asked a few questions about the darling little Snoodle.
"Is--isn't he lovely?" she began, aware of a vague necessity of
pleasing the wife of the Snimmy, if one wanted to find out anything.
However, she was quite honest; she really did think the Snoodle was
lovely--except for his drawback.
"You think so?" answered the Snimmy's wife, trying hard not to show
how foolishly pleased she really was. "He's the only child we have."
If Sara had thought a minute, she would not have asked the next
question--certainly not of so formidable a person as the Snimmy's
wife. But she didn't think. She just asked, eagerly,
"Is he a--a sort of--dog?"
"A sort of _dog_?" echoed the Snimmy's wife, in the most outraged
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