“Now for the Princess,” puffed Kabumpo, looking around with his twinkling little eyes. “Here, take the mirror, Pompa.” The room was empty, although brilliantly lighted, and the Prince stood uncertainly in the very center. Suddenly, with a determined little cry, Pompa rushed over to Peg Amy, who stood leaning against a tall gold chair.
“Peg,” choked Pompa, dropping on his knees beside the Wooden Doll, “I’ll have to find some other way to save Pumperdink. I’m not going to marry this Princess and have you taken away from me. You’re a proper enough Princess for me and we’ll just go back to Pumperdink and be—”
“The mirror! Look in the mirror!” screamed Wag, who was sitting beside Peg Amy.
There stood Peg Amy, the Loveliest Little Princess in the world
Unconsciously, Pompa had held out the gold mirror and Peg, leaning over to listen, had looked directly into it. Above Peg’s pleasant reflection in the mirror they read these startling and important words:
This is Peg Amy, Princess of Sun Top Mountain.
While Pompa stared with round eyes the words faded out and this new legend formed in the glass:
This is the Proper Princess.
“I always knew you were a Princess,” cried Wag, turning a somersault.