The Garden of the Plynck by Karle Wilson Baker
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"It's too soon to tell yet," said Pirlaps, with a delightfully wise
air, and he went on up the steps, with Yassuh tumbling after him, leaving them all feeling very much relieved. Avrillia, making a brave effort to recover her composure, began playing with the children again, and they were having almost as delightful a time as if nothing distressing had occurred, when Pirlaps reappeared, all fresh-shaven and immaculate. "Put the step out in the sun where it will keep soft, Yassuh," he said. "I shan't need it this afternoon." They all stopped playing and looked at him in wonder. "I'm going to take Sara to see my relations, as I promised her I would," he explained, taking Sara kindly by the hand. "Oh, that's lovely," said Avrillia, looking at Pirlaps gratefully out of her speaking eyes. "There's nobody like you, Pirlaps." Pirlaps looked wonderfully pleased with himself; and, since there was not a bit of chocolate on his trousers, he looked unusually spruce and handsome, too. Sara skipped along beside him delightedly; only, sometimes when she looked back, she wished she could stay with Avrillia while she was in such a lovely mood, and all those interesting children. Still, Sara's dear, self-willed mother had taught her to be a considerate little girl, and she reflected that she really ought not to bother Avrillia with another child, when she already had seventy to look after. The thoughts of Pirlaps also seemed to be running in the same channel (indeed, Sara could catch glimpses |
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