Chapter Thirteen
"How do you expect to help her?" grunted Kabumpo, looking at Wag and Peg contemptuously.
"Don't mind him," begged Pompa, running up to Peg Amy. "Tell me everything you know about Ozma. Is she pretty?"
"Beautiful," breathed Peg, looking up at the sky. "Beautiful and lovely and good. That's why I want to help her."
"Then I sha'n't mind marrying her at all," said Pompa, with a great sigh of relief.
"Gooch!" roared Kabumpo angrily—"Telling everything you know!"
"Do you mean to say you think Ozma would marry you?" gasped Wag, sitting up with a jerk. "Oh, my wocks and hoop soons!” His ears crossed and uncrossed and with a final gurgle of disbelief Wag fell back on the grass.
"Well, is there anything so strange in that?" asked Pompa in a hurt voice. "I've got to marry her," he added, desperately appealing to Peg Amy. And while Kabumpo stood sulkily swinging his trunk the Prince told Peg the whole story of the magic scroll.
"I said you looked interesting," breathed Peg, as Pompa paused for breath. "Did you hear that, Wag? Unless he marries a Proper Princess in a proper time
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