"Oh, an echo!" she cried, clapping her hands. "How beautiful!"

"Bless the child!" said Pirlaps, smiling at Avrillia. "You hear a
reflection, Sara; you see an echo."

"Like the Echo of the Plynck in the pool," supplemented Avrillia.
"Don't you remember, Sara?"

Sara was sure her father had told her it was just the other way around;
but she was too happy to argue. So, to change the subject, she asked
Pirlaps very respectfully where they were going.

"To Zinariola, Sara--to the City. You've never been there, have you?"

Never, never had Sara been there; and she began immediately trying to
build that lovely city in her mind--the frail spires, and the rich
bazaars, dusky and spicy and full of brocades and silks, and the
little narrow, climbing streets. But, though it was a pleasure to try,
she knew she could not imagine anything so strange and charming as the
real City of Zinariola would be.

All this time they had been winding steadily down to the sea. And
presently they caught sight of the boat, riding at anchor near the
landing place, with a little skiff drawn up on the sand. Of course you
know that the boat was a scallop-shell, with sails of gossamer; but
Sara had been expecting an ordinary boat, and she was perfectly
delighted. Of course it was large enough to hold Sara, as well as the
rest of the party; but just barely. And the sailors were no larger
than Pirlaps, though of course more rugged-looking and not so
smooth-shaven. And not one of them said a single word, during the