"Ugh!" groaned Prince Pompadore, falling back on Kabumpo for support.
"Well, she's a Princess and a fairy—the only one in any Kingdom. I don't see why you want to be so fussy!" said the King fretfully.
"Shall I tell her Royal Highness of the great good fortune that has befallen her?" asked the Prime Pumper, starting for the door.
"Do so at once," snapped Pompus. Just then he gave a scream of fright and pain, for a round shiny object had flown through the air and struck him on the head. "What was that?"
The Prime Pumper looked suspiciously at the Elegant Elephant. Kabumpo glared back.
"A—a warning!" stuttered the Prime Pumper, afraid to say that Kabumpo had flung the offending missile. "A warning, your Majesty!"
"It's nothing of the kind," said the King angrily. "You're getting old, Pumper and stupid. It's—why it's a door knob! Who dares to hit me with a door knob?"
"It hit me once," mumbled Kabumpo, shifting uneasily from one foot to the other three. "How does it strike you?"
"As an outrageous piece of impertinence!" splut-
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