Sara saw there was nothing further to be got out of her, and she did
not wish to pick up the Snoodle on account of his drawback; so she
decided to go on to Avrillia's without further delay, and began to
look around her again for the little curly path. It was pink, this
time, instead of curly, but that made it all the more attractive; so
she struck into it at once, and went skipping happily toward the arch
in the hawthorn hedge. Just before she reached it she heard Avrillia's
thermometer go off, so she knew that she was on the right path.

The minute she got through the hedge she saw Avrillia, and, oh,
loveliest of wonders! What were those? Flying around her hair,
clinging to her silken skirts, dancing among the shell-flowers,
swarming over the balcony, playing a dainty game up and down the
marble stairs--oh, it was the children! The children were at home!

And when Avrillia saw Sara she came toward her with the loveliest look
of welcome, the children hanging all around her like rose-garlands.
And if Sara had loved Avrillia the day before, she could simply find
no words now to express her adoration. For Avrillia knelt down among
the shell-flowers, and held out her arms (which were like the necks of
swans) to Sara; and she really seemed to see her this time. And when
she smiled at her, her eyes were hardly at all wild, but quite playful
and gentle; and so sweet that Sara, for a moment, had a dizzy
conviction that if she were a Zizz she would fly right into them.
(Though, of course, the Zizzes' tails were bitter.) Besides, Avrillia
held her at that minute tight to her breast, which was as soft as her
own perfect, contrary mother's, and had, besides a most entrancing,
faint perfume of isthagaria.

When she had finished hugging Sara, she held her off at arms' length,