"Now," said Pirlaps, "we'll have luncheon—it's getting rather late—and then I suppose Avrillia will have to call on her poor families."
He led them to a little Chinese restaurant where a dumb-waiter with a pigtail noiselessly served them with very good things to eat—though Avrillia said the prices were outrageous. As they were dipping their eyelashes daintily in the finger-bowls, Pirlaps said,
"Well, Sara, shall we go with Avrillia, or would you rather stay here?"
"Oh, let's go!" cried Sara. She would have stayed anywhere with
Pirlaps, but if there was more to see, she wanted to see it.
"Have you had the measles?" asked Pirlaps.
Sara had; she could not be mistaken about it.
"And the mumps?" Again Sara nodded, swallowing hard as she thought of lemons and vinegar.
"All right, come ahead," said Pirlaps. And they started off.
"But the Baby hasn't!" suddenly remembered Sara. "The Kewpie has, but the Baby hasn't."
"Then it will never do to take him," said Pirlaps, decisively. "Here,
Yassuh, you stay here and keep the Baby."