Merrimeg looked down at the bodies of the two gnomes, lying on the bright green moss. One of them opened his eyes and yawned and stretched his arms; and the other yawned and stretched his arms and opened his eyes; and they both got up together, and looked down at their feet.
“I suppose we’d better put on our shoes,” said one of them.
“I suppose we had, brother,” said the other one.
They put on their wooden shoes quickly, and then they noticed Merrimeg.
“Oh, yes,” said one of the gnomes, “I remember everything now. Brother Nibby, we ought to thank her for helping us get our bodies back.”
“That we ought, brother, that we ought, indeed,” said Nibby.
“Which one of us should tell her?” said Malkin.
“I think you could do it much better,” said Nibby. “You’re always so clever.”
“Please don’t bother about thanking me,” said Merrimeg. “I’m so glad I could help you.”