gant Elephant testily. "We'll all begone soon enough."
At this Queen Pozy began to weep into her silk handkerchief, which sight so affected Prince Pompadore that he rushed forward and embraced her tenderly.
"I'll marry!" cried the Prince impulsively. "I'll do anything! The trouble is there aren't any Fairy Princesses around here!"
"There must be," said the King.
"There is—There are!" screamed the Prime Pumper, bouncing up suddenly. "Oyez, Oyez! Has your Majesty forgotten Faleero, royal Princess of Follensby forest?"
"Why, of course!" The King snapped his fingers joyfully. "Everyone says Faleero is a Fairy Princess. She must be the proper one!"
"Fa—leero!" trumpeted the Elegant Elephant, sitting down with a terrific thud. "That awful old creature? You ought to be ashamed of yourself!"
"Silence!" thundered the King.
"Nonsense!" trumpeted Kabumpo. "She's a thousand years old and as ugly as a stone Lukoogoo. Don't you marry her, Pompa."
"I command him to marry her!" cried the King
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