human
Look! Be careful! Oh, dear, oh, dear, it's in!
gpt
Oh, what is it? cried Sara, afraid to move, yet longing to clap her hand to her cheek; for she knew by a sudden terrible tickling there that something had happened to her southwest dimple--and she had meant to be so careful! And yet she had allowed herself to get so interested in the talk of the Plynck and her Echo that she had walked right past Schlorge's beautiful dimple-holder.
human
What is it? she cried, jumping up and down.
gpt
Oh, what is it?
human
It's one of the Zizzes! cried the Plynck.
gpt
Where are the forceps? Run for Schlorge--won't somebody please run for Schlorge?
human
I'll go--
gpt
Oh, don't you go, she cried, more wildly than before.
human
You stay right here where I can watch it! Oh, somebody--
gpt
I can't come out of the pool,
human
I know I could never in Zeelup get there, with this consanguineous handle,
gpt
Don't cry, dear--stand still, she said, finding time at last to feel sorry for Sara.
human
We'll soon have it out now, when Schlorge gets here.
gpt
What is it?
human
It's a Zizz, dear, said the Plynck, soothingly.
gpt
He flew into your dimple and got stuck in the sugar left there from your last smile. You should have wiped it off, she added, very gently.
human
Standing so close to the pool has made it sticky, and now the poor little Zizz--
gpt
I meant to take off my dimples entirely,
human
Never mind, dear, said the Plynck.
gpt
It will be all right now. I see Schlorge coming with his forceps.