know where they were going, but that didn't matter: she was sure to
see something interesting. She edged up to Yassuh, taking care,
however, not to get close enough to brush against his chocolate
outside, which might come off on her clean apron. "What's in your
bag?" she coaxed, mischievously.

"Only my extra trousers, Sara," said Pirlaps, smiling; and then Sara
remembered that, though he did so many useful things (when he was not
asleep), she had never once heard Yassuh speak. He only grinned and
rolled his white eyes as Pirlaps continued, "We're taking twelve extra
pairs."

Just then Avrillia came out of the door. Avrillia could not be
ungraceful or abrupt, but she was evidently in a hurry. Her motions
were rather like that of a wisp of white sea-fog that is blown ahead
of a rising wind.

"There was so much to do before I could get off!" she explained a
little breathlessly. "The children came unexpectedly, too, and I had
to vanish them. Then, while I was dressing, I thought of a poem I had
to write about hair-pins--and oh, it almost stuck! It acted as if it
were going to, so I watched it longer than usual. But now I guess
we're off," she ended turning to fasten the door behind her. Sara
noticed that she fastened it with a hook and eye exactly like the ones
on Mother's prettiest waist--only this one was more valuable, being of
gold.

"Well, it's quite a long walk down to the landing," said Pirlaps,
leading the way, "and we don't want to miss the boat."