“I know what those trees are called,” said the Wallypug, pointing to some remarkable looking ones, with a lot of large blue globes on the branches instead of leaves.
“What?” I asked.
“Gombobble trees,” said his Majesty. “I’ve seen pictures of them before.”
“Where?” I asked, more for the sake of something to say than for anything else.
“On our willow-pattern plates at home,” said his Majesty. “There were those and the wiggle-woggely trees, you know.”
“I wonder,” he continued speculatively, “if by any chance we are there.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I wonder if this is the place which is shown on the willow-pattern plates,” said his Majesty.
Before I could reply we heard an excited exclamation from the bank, and turning around as well as we could we saw two curious little blue people dressed in flowing blue costumes.