Kabumpo walked up and down before the mirror, surveying himself from all angles. A very gorgeous appearance he presented, in his purple plush robe of state, all embroidered in silver, and his head bands of shining pearls. In the left side of his robe there was a deep pocket. Into this the Elegant Elephant slipped all the jewels he possessed, taking them from a drawer in the chest.
"I must get that gold door knob," he rumbled thoughtfully. "And the mirror." Noiselessly (for all his tremendous size, Kabumpo could move without a sound) he made his way back to the banquet hail and loomed up suddenly behind the Prime Pumper. The old fellow was staring with popping eyes into the gold mirror.
"Ho, Ho!" roared Kabumpo. "Ho, Ho! Kerumph!"
No wonder! Above the shocked reflection of the foolish statesman stood the words "Old Goose!"
"A truthful mirror, indeed," wheezed the Elegant Elephant.
"Heh? What?" Stuttered the Prime Pumper, slapping the mirror do on the table in a hurry. "Where'd you come from? What are you all dressed up for?"
"For my disappearance, said Kabumpo sweeping
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