“Don’t you think a bouquet would be nicer than anything else?” asked the flower-elf.
“No,” said Owly, “because the house will be full of them anyway. That would be like carrying fish to a fisherman. Can no one think of anything more suitable and appropriate?”
“I can,” said Slumber, “for I dreamed only last night that Emily wanted a necklace.”
“The best suggestion I have heard,” said the Captain. “A necklace is just the thing, and I’ll send Lightning this very evening to the Dwarfs of Cavedale to ask them to have it ready for her birthday.
“And Tono, you will please compose some music for the occasion, and Rhymo will make some verses to suit the music. Or perhaps it would be better the other way around, but I leave that entirely to you.
“With the insect choir, the bird chorus, the elfin choir and orchestra, Emily’s birthday will be very well celebrated.”
“Shall I make a verse to accompany the necklace?” asked Rhymo.
“Not a bad idea,” said the Captain.
“Shall I engage the insect choir?” asked Lightning.
“That is my business,” said Tono. “Anything that has to do with music, you will please leave to me. I’ll attend to that this very evening.”