from Avrillia."

"Oh, do hurry!" cried Sara, clapping her hands so recklessly that
Schlorge looked up from his work to say, "Take care--I don't mend them
knuckles ones, you know."

So Sara sat down very quietly on the snow near by, keeping a watchful
eye out for the Gunki with the keen ice-sickles, and sitting very
still so that she would not disturb Schlorge. And in a very little
while, indeed, the work was finished, and Schlorge scrambled eagerly
upon the stump and arranged his hands. Then he began:

"I'm requested to say
On this glickering day
That Avrillia is feeding the Birds;
And if Sara will come
She will find her at home,
With waffles and welcoming words."



Schlorge jumped down and began scrambling his tools together; then he
went rushing wildly, as usual, down the road to the Dimplesmithy. "Go
see her, Sara!" he shouted back over his shoulder encouragingly.
"You'll enjoy it! Go on!"

So Sara, who really needed no urging, went smiling down the little
path (it was curly again, though very white) toward the little arch in
the hedge. And from there she looked out upon another exhilarating
scene.