bring them out!"

The battle must have raged for nearly an hour; but at the end of that
time there was not so much as a One-Twenty-Second left alive. The
Greatest Common Divisor, as befitted his rank, was the last to succumb;
and when he went down the defenders of the Garden threw down their
weapons and began tossing their shoes into the air and shaking each
others' hands and talking all at once. The Gunki passed the word down
the line to Avrillia, who presently came floating in, with her wild
eyes shining and her pale-gold hair rumpled, and her golden
swan's-quill still in her hand; and everybody fell upon her with
congratulations. But, indeed, everybody was congratulating everybody
else, and calling him or her the hero or heroine of the day. Schlorge
was doubly cordial to Avrillia because he felt that he had
underestimated her; and for the same reason Pirlaps was particularly
delighted with the Teacup and the Snimmy's wife--whom, to tell the
truth, he had always considered very ordinary women. The Teacup
fluttered and laughed nervously, murmuring, whenever anybody praised
her, "If my handle hadn't been so consanguineous--" But the Snimmy's
wife merely smiled grimly, as much as to say that she had always
thought they would all come to their senses sooner or later.

Presently the Snimmy, who had been sniffing about the fallen invaders,
suggested, "What's to be done with the remains, begging everybody's
pardon?"

"Don't make such long speeches, Snimmy," said his wife, "and don't beg
anything. Didn't you blow as hard as any of 'em?"

But Schlorge was already deeply interested in the problem. He began