pedestal.

"Now," he said, "if you'll always remember to stand inside of that
circle, when you take 'em off and put 'em on, there won't be any more
trouble. And take 'em off as soon as you shut the doors. If you
dilly-dally a minute--"

At that moment the Plynck awoke and saw Sara. She stretched her warm,
shimmering feathers and smiled.

"Avrillia's at home," she said, gently.






Chapter II
Avrillia


"I make it a rule," the Plynck was saying, as Sara dropped the curtain
behind her the next morning, "to fly around the fountain at least
twice every day." As she spoke, she reached out and took, from a
bundle that lay within easy reach in a crotch of the Gugollaph-tree,
something that looked like a little ivory stick. She snapped it easily
with one golden claw, dropped the fragments, and reached out with
careless grace for another.

"Oh," breathed Sara, clasping her hands. And she could not help adding,