was just learning to knit, so she had her needles and a ball of yarn
sticking out of her apron pocket. She was delighted to find brows so
much easier to knit than yarn.)

Suddenly the Snimmy's wife spoke again. "Send for Schlorge," she said.
"He'll know what to do."

No sooner were the words out of her mouth than they saw a Gunkus
running down the path toward the Dimplesmithy to tell Schlorge.

"In the meantime, Sara, you'd better dress me more suitably,"
suggested the Billiken kindly. Sara had never heard him object before
to wearing the Baby's long dress; but he was evidently looking forward
to a race and did not wish to be handicapped.

So Sara sat down on the blue plush grass, and undressed the Billiken
while they waited for Schlorge. She had time now to notice that the
snow had melted and left everything beautifully fresh and bright, just
as Pirlaps had assured her it would do. She had never seen the Garden
look so lovely and spring-like. She was glad, too, to see that the
stump had grown back exactly as it was; they had even removed the
ropes and scaffolding.

She took the Baby's clothes off the Billiken, and left him all free
and unimpeded in his own, fat, white, furry body. You see, she always
called the Teddy-Bear the Brown Teddy-Bear because the Billiken was
his first cousin, and had a white Teddy-Bear body; it was only their
colors and their heads that were different. Oh, yes,--and their
dispositions; for the Billiken was a supremely cheerful person, while
the Brown Teddy-Bear was a misanthrope. Sara had always known that he