other word.

Really, she didn't have time, for Schlorge strolled back into their
midst at that moment, carrying a butterfly net he had just finished.
The stick was made of the willow wand Sara had seen him cut; and the
bag was made of two thicknesses of spider's web. "Now I'll get him,"
said Schlorge grimly. "Pack up now, and let's start out again."

So all together they started out, climbing hills, and jumping across
tumbling streams, and scrambling over rocks. It was quite hard for the
stretcher-bearers, but they bore up manfully; and the Kewpie never
lost his arch, heroic smile.

Suddenly Schlorge, who was ahead, came stealing back to them. "Hist!"
he cried, and all the Gunki hissed venomously. "I saw it light in an
am-bush just to the left of that big rock. Now, I want you all to
spread out and form a large circle, with the bush in the centre; then,
if I miss it, everybody must try to shoo it back toward the middle.
Don't let it pass over you."

So they all stole to the places Schlorge indicated, and then waited
breathlessly while he stealthily approached the am-bush. The little
laugh, feeling over-confident, must have been dozing; for it did not
see him until he was within a few feet. Then it flew out wildly, with
a sound like that made by the wings of a mother bird who leaves her
nest at the last moment. But it was caught at last. With one skilful,
triumphant swoop Schlorge had it.

And then how it did titter and twitter and giggle and struggle! It
fanned its wings as furiously as a Zizz; it was as wild as a moon-moth
in a net, or a bird you hold in your hand. And all the time, it was
about to die with amusement.

They all gathered around to see what a darling little thing it was.
Even Schlorge admired it openly; and the Snimmy's wife said grudgingly,
"It sure is pretty." As for the Snimmy, he buried his face in his
hands. "I can't stand it!" he groaned, and the gum-drops began to
squeeze through his fingers. "It makes him think of dimples," his wife
explained, in a low tone, to Sara.

"'So near and yet so far,' you know," fluttered the Teacup,
sympathetically.

The next thing was to decide how to get their captive home. Schlorge
was quite sure it couldn't break the net; still, he thought it best to
accept the Brown Teddy-Bear's suggestion that they put it, net and all,
into the Snimmy's wife's basket, and tie the lid securely.

"'Specially since we have to go around by the Smithy," he added, "and
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