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XXI. Sweet Miss Lavendar

           Ofcourse,itwasfoolishtodoitforimaginaryguests...IknowCharlottatheFourththoughtso,didn’tyou,Charlotta?Butyouseehowwellithasturnedout.Ofcoursetheywouldn’thavebeenwasted,forCharlottatheFourthandIcouldhaveeatenthemthroughtime.Butspongecakeisnotathingthatimproveswithtime.”

           Thatwasamerryandmemorablemeal;andwhenitwasovertheyallwentouttothegarden,lyingintheglamorofsunset.

           “Idothinkyouhavetheloveliestplacehere,”saidDiana,lookingroundheradmiringly.

           “WhydoyoucallitEchoLodge?”askedAnne.

           “Charlotta,”saidMissLavendar,“gointothehouseandbringoutthelittletinhornthatishangingovertheclockshelf.”

           CharlottatheFourthskippedoffandreturnedwiththehorn.

           “Blowit,Charlotta,”commandedMissLavendar.

           Charlottaaccordinglyblew,aratherraucous,stridentblast.Therewasmoment’sstillness...andthenfromthewoodsovertherivercameamultitudeoffairyechoes,sweet,elusive,silvery,asifallthe“hornsofelfland”wereblowingagainstthesunset.AnneandDianaexclaimedindelight.

           “Nowlaugh,Charlotta...laughloudly.”

           Charlotta,whowouldprobablyhaveobeyedifMissLavendarhadtoldhertostandonherhead,climbeduponthestonebenchandlaughedloudandheartily.Backcametheechoes,asifahostofpixypeopleweremimickingherlaughterinthepurplewoodlandsandalongthefir-fringedpoints.

           “Peoplealwaysadmiremyechoesverymuch,”saidMissLavendar,asiftheechoeswereherpersonalproperty.“Ilovethemmyself.

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