make them into rules for you to break!"

A shiver ran through the soft, rosy plumes of the Plynck; she opened
her terrified eyes, and when she saw that the good tidings was indeed
true, she began to shine and smile down upon them again like a
convalescent rainbow. The Gunki had already formed a line to
Schlorge's smithy, and were briskly sending scuttlefuls of the hateful
fragments down the line.

"I--I'm sorry I was so useless," apologized the Plynck with deep
humility, looking down upon her faithful friends. But they one and all
began to protest that she had not been needed in the least. "It was
for you as we done it, ma'am," Schlorge assured her, looking up into
her tree with his shoe in his hand; and the poor Snimmy was so
overcome by emotion that he was compelled to lie down at the foot of
the Gugollaph-tree, with his debilitating nose on his little cold paws,
and sniffle frankly.

"But how will they get back the lovely grass and flowers?" asked Sara
of Pirlaps, softly. Her friends were saved; but her Garden still
looked sadly afflicted.

"Well, perhaps it will snow," said Pirlaps, hopefully.

"Snow?" asked Sara. "Will that bring the grass and leaves back?"

"Why, certainly, Sara," said Pirlaps, looking down at her with his
kind, amused smile. Pirlaps was often amused at her ignorance; but he
was always so kind about it that Sara didn't mind at all.

Chapter V
Crumbs and Waffles

Sara beheld such an entrancing sight the next morning that her dimples
nearly escaped from her control while she was putting them into the
dimple-holder. The Snimmy leaped up with a wild sniff, only to sink
down again, trembling, as Sara shooed the little rollicking things
safely down through the opening.

For it had indeed snowed in the night; the whole glittering Garden was
as white as the Snoodle. The pool was unfrozen, and in her accustomed
place within it sat the Echo of the Plynck, looking wonderfully happy
and refreshed; the bark of the Gugollaph-tree was again a healthy,
dazzling blue, and the branches were piled with little ridges of
fluffy-looking snow, which produced a delightful effect. And among
them, with her happy golden feet in the snow, and her rosy plumes
fluffed out, sat the Plynck, looking as softly dazzling as a snowy
sunrise. An army of Gunki were busily mowing the deep snow with
scintillating long-handled ice-sickles. It flew up in c