The Garden of the Plynck by Karle Wilson Baker
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Sara was much ashamed of having forgotten him, and she had no money
with her; but she had a postage stamp in her pocket, from which the puppy had licked the mucilage. This she gave him. It was, in all other respects, a perfectly good stamp. And the faithful Gunkus seemed much pleased. Chapter VIII The Vale of Tears Such a thing had never happened before, and how it happened this time I am at a loss to understand: but when Sara entered the Garden on this particular morning her eyes were full of tears. She had to fumble blindly around for her dimples, and when she did find them they were buried quite deep in her little wet cheeks. She would have strayed right on into the Garden without removing them, except that as soon as she saw the Snimmy's wife, absorbed in some simple domestic task, and sitting on her own toadstool at the door of the prose-bush with her tail wrapped so tightly around the base, she felt that she might smile after a while, and then it might be too late to save the dimples from the Snimmy. But before they had touched the whipped cream cushion in the bottom of the holder, two Gunki rushed forward in great excitement, and seizing her by the arms, began to hurry her through the Garden, crying hoarsely, |
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