“Oh, thank you,” smiled the Wooden Doll, “but Wag will carry me.”
“I always carry Peg,” said Wag jealously. “I’ve known her the longest.”
“Oh, all right,” sniffed Kabumpo, lifting Pompa up, “but if she ever wants to ride on my back she may.”
“Humph!” grunted Wag, as the Wooden Doll settled herself on his shoulders. “Isn’t he generous!”
Peg pulled down one of Wag’s long ears. “It was kindly meant,” whispered the Wooden Doll merrily.
“Ready?” puffed Kabumpo, backing out into the road. “We’ve no time to lose, for if we lose time we lose our Kingdom too. Forward for Pumperdink!”
“All right!” cried Wag, giving a great leap. “Follow me!” And off hopped the giant bunny so fast that Kabumpo had to stretch his legs even to keep him in sight.
