with their jaws tied up in red flannel. The old man evidently had a
vicious temper, but he was plainly glad to see Avrillia. The old lady
was more mild and tearful; and both were overjoyed to get the
medicine.

As they went out into the street again, Sara gave a sigh of relief;
but Avrillia looked quite rapt and uplifted.

Sara was anxious to see if any mishap had overtaken Yassuh and the
Baby; but when they had hurried back to the restaurant they found
Yassuh still awake and the Baby still asleep. Pirlaps took off the
sticky paper and handed him, as clean as ever, back to Sara, who was
very glad that she had not exposed him to those dreadful diseases.

They caught the scallop-shell boat, though they had to run for it, and
they were quite quiet all the way home. Avrillia sat by the rail,
watching the gulls, and dreaming; and Sara strained her eyes for a
long time to catch the last glimpse of the little magic, toy City of
Zinariola. She was still lost in memories when the boat scraped on the
beach; and then they climbed the little path among the cliffs through
the sunset. As soon as they reached the house Pirlaps sat emphatically
down on his step, remarking, "My, but it's good to be at home!" But
Avrillia hurried off to her balcony, murmuring absent-mindedly, "I
must write a poem about streets!"

As for Sara, she sped along the little curly path in the dusk toward
the ivory doors. And there, in front of the dimple-holder, stood the
Gunkus in livery, still bowing low, holding his left shoe in his right
hand over his faithful heart.