eyelashes daintily in the finger-bowls, Pirlaps said,

"Well, Sara, shall we go with Avrillia, or would you rather stay
here?"

"Oh, let's go!" cried Sara. She would have stayed anywhere with
Pirlaps, but if there was more to see, she wanted to see it.

"Have you had the measles?" asked Pirlaps.

Sara had; she could not be mistaken about it.

"And the mumps?" Again Sara nodded, swallowing hard as she thought of
lemons and vinegar.

"All right, come ahead," said Pirlaps. And they started off.

"But the Baby hasn't!" suddenly remembered Sara. "The Kewpie has, but
the Baby hasn't."

"Then it will never do to take him," said Pirlaps, decisively. "Here,
Yassuh, you stay here and keep the Baby."

Pirlaps saw a look of doubt and reluctance in Sara's eyes as he was
about to consign the Baby to Yassuh's sticky care. So he handed the
Baby back to Sara and darted into a store near by where he got some
clean wrapping-paper. He then rolled the Baby, in its nice white dress,
up in the paper, taking care to leave its nose out, so it could
breathe. Then he handed it over to Yassuh, and Sara felt quite
comfortable and contented. "Keep out of the sun," he called back to