Thereupon Schlorge made a large, deliberate, comprehensive gesture.  It included the pool, the Gugollaph-tree, the prose-bush—­not only the whole Garden, in fact, but the lovely amphitheatre beyond it.  Moreover, it seemed to Sara to include even more distant things; the Rainbow Vale and the Butterfly Country, and the colony where lived the relations of Pirlaps, and the Laughter Mountain and Avrillia’s house and the magic toy City of Zinariola.

At last, having concluded his gesture, Schlorge arranged his hands and began in a loud voice: 

               “A little girl’s mind is a place like this—­
                At least, that of one little dear girl is: 
                Full of quaint little thoughts made of sugar and spice,
                And queer little notions like little white mice.

               “But a little boy’s mind is not nearly so neat,
                And a little boy’s fancies are scarcely so sweet: 
                So we’ll give you a tale next, if fortune avails,
                Full of snapses and snailses and puppy-dog’s tails.”

Then, for the last time, Schlorge went running wildly down the dear, familiar path toward the Dimplesmithy.

“Come again, Sara!” he shouted back, excitedly, over his shoulder.  “Come again!  And bring Jimmy!”

Sara knew that he could not bear to tell her good-by; and, suddenly, she felt the same way about them all.  They had been so kind to her!  So she began to throw kisses to them all, and then, suddenly, slipped down from her step-ladder.  Her dollies jumped down and gathered about her, and with them all at her heels she went running past the dimple-holder and out through the ivory gates.

And the last thing she saw, when she turned to throw her last kiss, was the Echo, who, overcome by emotion, had at last climbed clear out upon the rim of the pool, where she sat waving her plumes to Sara in plain sight of them all.