the night. Did you suppose old Kabumpo was going to stand quietly by while they married you to a faggotty old fairy like Faleero? Not much," wheezed the Elegant Elephant. "I have other plans for you, little one!"
"But this is terrible!" cried the Prince, catching hold of a tree. "Here you have left my poor old father, my lovely mother, and the whole Kingdom of Pumperdink to disappear. We'll have to go right straight back—right straight back to Pumperdink. Do you hear?"
"Do have a little sense!" Kabumpo shook himself crossly. "You can't save them by going back. The thing to do is to go forward, find the Proper Princess and marry her. No scroll magic takes effect for seven days, anyway!"
"How do you know?" asked Pompa anxiously.
"Read it in a witch book," answered Kabumpo promptly. “Now, that gives us plenty of time to go to the Emerald City and present ourselves to the lovely ruler of Oz. There's a Proper Princess for you, Pompa!"
"But Suppose she refuses me," said the Prince uncertainly.
"You're very handsome Pompa, my boy." The Ele-
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