When the ceremony was over, Harry once more said good-by to all the elves. He took off Wamby’s hat, but as soon as it was removed, Pin Elves and throne and everything disappeared, and he was standing in a bare, empty room.
“This won’t do,” he cried. “I must keep the hat on till I get above ground.” And he clapped it on top of his head again, when instantly everything became once more visible.
“We’ll all accompany you to the entrance,” said Wamby.
So off they went in grand style, Wamby and Harry ahead, with Kitey on one side, and on the other side the Grand Royal Recorder, an old, withered elf, with large, gold-bowed spectacles perched on his sharp nose, and a big pen behind his ear; then came some of the soldiers; next, the lords, with their knights and esquires; then more soldiers, and in the rear a large multitude of the ordinary elves.
Finally they reached the chamber with the trap-door that opened into Central Park. Wamby and Kitey, with a number of others, ascended the steps with Harry. When they reached the top, Harry turned and waved good-by to the elves below.
“Oh,” cried Wamby, “I’ve forgotten something. Where is the Grand Royal Treasurer?”
A tall elf, with a pouch hanging at his side, stepped forward.
“Have you jewels in your pouch?” inquired Wamby.
“I have, Your Majesty,” replied the Treasurer, and he opened the pouch.
Harry looked, and rubbed his eyes in amazement, for the pouch was crammed full of flashing and sparkling diamonds, rubies, and emeralds of immense size.