"But how will they get back the lovely grass and flowers?" asked Sara
of Pirlaps, softly. Her friends were saved; but her Garden still
looked sadly afflicted.

"Well, perhaps it will snow," said Pirlaps, hopefully.

"Snow?" asked Sara. "Will that bring the grass and leaves back?"

"Why, certainly, Sara," said Pirlaps, looking down at her with his
kind, amused smile. Pirlaps was often amused at her ignorance; but he
was always so kind about it that Sara didn't mind at all.




Chapter V
Crumbs and Waffles


Sara beheld such an entrancing sight the next morning that her dimples
nearly escaped from her control while she was putting them into the
dimple-holder. The Snimmy leaped up with a wild sniff, only to sink
down again, trembling, as Sara shooed the little rollicking things
safely down through the opening.

For it had indeed snowed in the night; the whole glittering Garden was
as white as the Snoodle. The pool was unfrozen, and in her accustomed
place within it sat the Echo of the Plynck, looking wonderfully happy
and refreshed; the bark of the Gugollaph-tree was again a healthy,