Chapter Thirteen
lettuce-eater! What do you mean by laughing at royalty?"
"Royalty! Oh, ha, ha, ha!" roared Wag, rolling over and over in the grass. "But he's so funny!" He paused to take another look at the Prince. At this Kabumpo lunged forward, his eyes snapping angrily.
"Stop!" begged the Prince, tugging Kabumpo by the ear. "You were rude to his friend that—er—doll, so you must expect him to be rude to me. It's all your fault," he added reproachfully.
"Are you a Prince?" asked Peg Amy, staring up at Pompa with her round, painted eyes.
"Of course he's a Prince. Didn't I say so before? Who is that hoppy creature?"
"That's Wag—such a dear fellow." Peg smiled confidently at Kabumpo and he was suddenly ashamed of himself for laughing at her.
"Well, he needn't get waggish with me," grumbled the Elegant Elephant in a lower voice.
"Oh, don't quarrel!" begged Peg. "It's such a lovely morning and you both look so interesting."
Kabumpo eyed the big Wooden Doll attentively. It was smart of her to think him interesting. He cleared his throat gruffly.
"You're not as funny as you look," he admitted
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