The
covers were very thin (being made of cobweb, of course) still, having
so many, spread one on top of the other, made the table quite high, so
that there were step-ladders instead of chairs. As there was a
step-ladder for each guest, and as they were made of gold and silver,
arranged alternately, the effect was very unique and elaborate.
Sara, being the guest of honor, was assigned the most inconspicuous
place, three step-ladders south of the centre. When they were seated,
and Sara's mouth was fairly watering at the sight of all the fairy
delicacies the table displayed, Pirlaps, as master of ceremonies, rose
and said, "You understand, Sara, that, on occasions like this, the
guest of honor eats nothing but Toast."
Now, just imagine how disappointed Sara was! She really was having a
hard time to wink back the tears, when Avrillia, who often understood
more than the others, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Wait till
you taste it, Sara!"
Avrillia's eyes sparkled so that Sara was quite reassured; besides,
she suddenly remembered the butterfly butter, and how her distress had
been turned into rapture on that occasion. And when Avrillia added,
"Besides, you have Birdsong wine with it!" she felt as happy as ever,
and quite confident that there would be some delightful surprise about
it.
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