Chapter Three
corner of the big marble room, to get out of the robe.
"Not unless disappearing is going out," said Kabumpo more mildly, for he was quite fond of this little man who waited on him. "But I'm liable to disappear any minute. So are you. So is everybody, and I, for my part, wish to do the thing well and disappear with as much elegance as possible. Have you heard about the magic scroll, Spezzle?"
"Yes, Sir!" quavered Spezzle, mounting a ladder to adjust the Elegant Elephant's pearls and gorgeous robe of state. "Yes, Sir, and my head's going round and round like—"
"Like what?" asked Kabumpo, looking approvingly at his reflection in the long mirror.
"I can't rightly say, Sir," sighed Spezzle. "This disappearing has me that mixed up I don't know what I'm doing."
"Well, don't start by losing your head," chuckled Kabumpo. "There—that will do very well." He lifted the little man down from the ladder.
"Good-bye, Spezzle. If you should disappear before I should see you again, try to do it in style."
"Yes, Sir!" gulped Spezzle. Then taking out a bright red handkerchief he blew his nose violently and rushed out of the room.
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