We hope you'll have the
pleasantest time you ever had."
Sara was as charmed as she was bewildered. She didn't say anything at
first, because she didn't want them to know that she didn't quite
understand what it was all about. But presently she couldn't stand not
knowing any longer, so she whispered to Pirlaps,
"Is--is it a sort of birthday?"
"Well,--yes, I suppose you might call it that," answered Pirlaps,
looking at her in the kind, indulgent way he had when she showed her
odd little ideas and her inexperience. "Didn't you announce yesterday
that you were older than the Snoodle?"
For a moment Sara felt as if she ought to explain that that was only
the beginning of her speech, and that, if they had not interrupted her,
she had meant to tell them that she was sorry that she had not taken
more responsibility for the Snoodle, and reminded him to ask
permission from the Snimmy's wife before he left the Garden. But, on
reflection, she realized that they did not blame her in the least, so
there was no need to make excuses; and they all seemed so delighted to
find that she was older than the Snoodle! A birthday is too charming a
thing to refuse, even if it's a special sort of birthday one doesn't
exactly understand; so Sara decided to accept hers with a thankful
heart.
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