It was Kabumpo and the Prince of Pumperdink. Traveling by the same road Wag had chosen but much more rapidly, the Elegant Elephant had come at sunrise to the little hill. He had been watching Peg for some time, and when he saw her dance awkwardly over to the tree, he could no longer restrain himself.
“Get out your mirror!” roared Kabumpo, shaking all over with mirth. “Here is your Proper Princess, Pompa, my boy—as royal a maiden as the country boasts. Ho, ho! Kerumph!”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” snapped Pompa, looking down curiously at the comical figure of Peg Amy.
“But she’s so funny!” gasped Kabumpo, the tears rolling down his big cheeks.
“Who’s funny?” demanded an angry voice and Wag, who had been awakened by Kabumpo’s loud roars, hopped up, his ears quivering with rage.
“I’ll pull your long nose for you!” cried Wag, advancing threateningly. “Don’t you dare make fun of Peg. What are you, anyway?”
“Great Grump!” choked Kabumpo, without answering Wag’s inquiry. “What kind of a rabbit is this?”
“A clawing, chawing, scratching kind—as you’ll soon find out!” Wag drew himself up into a ball and prepared to launch himself at Kabumpo’s head, when Peg straightened up and caught him by the ear.
“Don’t, Wag, please,” she begged. “He couldn’t help laughing. I am funny. You know I am!” she sighed a bit ruefully.