Chapter Two
headway, for, as he explained over and over to Queen Pozy, who—with Pompadore, the Elegant Elephant and the Prime Pumper—had remained to help him, "How is one to know where to find the Proper Princess, and how is one to know the proper time for Pompa to wed her?"
Who was J. G.? How did the scroll get in the cake?
The more the King thought about these questions, the more wrinkled his forehead became.
"Why! We're liable to wake up any morning and find ourselves gone," he announced gloomily. "How does it feel to disappear, I wonder?"
"I suppose it would give one rather a gone feeling, but I don't believe it would hurt—much!" volunteered Kabumpo, glancing uneasily over his shoulder.
"Perhaps not, but it would not get us anyhere. My idea is to marry the Prince at once to a Proper Princess," put in the Prime Pumper, "and avoid all this disappearing."
"You're in a great hurry to marry me off, aren't you," said Pompadore sulkily. "For my part, I don't want to marry at all!"
"Well, that's very selfish of you, Pompa," said the King in a grieved voice. "Do you want your poor old father to disappear?"
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