“Oh, but that wouldn’t be right, surely,” said the Lord High Adjudicator.
“Oh, I don’t know,” chimed in the Busybody Extraordinary; “we sha’n’t be able to manage very well with a King like this, and if there was no legal successor to the throne we could have a general election, you know, and choose a King for ourselves.”
“Does it hurt much to be made invisible?” asked the Lord High Adjudicator thoughtfully.
“Not a bit,” exclaimed Ohah; “it’s rather a pleasant sensation than otherwise.”
“And how long would he have to remain in that state?” inquired the Lord High Adjudicator.
“Oh! till the Portmanteau is found,” was the reply.
“The Portmanteau!” exclaimed the Lord High Adjudicator; “why, that will never be found, you know; we had every house in Zum searched for it years ago.”
“It must be here somewhere, and when it is found I am instructed by the King of Limesia to make your Crown Prince and his bride visible again; but in the meantime you had better let me make the little King invisible too, for you can’t possibly go on as you are.”
“What do you think about it?” asked the Lord High Adjudicator of the others.
“Well, I don’t think it’s at all a bad plan, do you know,” replied the Advertiser General. “I can see that we shall have rather a hard time of it if His present Majesty continues to reign; and if it wouldn’t hurt him at all—”