"Well! Well!" he rumbled testily, "how do I look?"
"Elegant!" breathed Randy, stepping back to have a better view. "Elegant as ever. You've worn your best robe and jewels, haven't you?"
"Always wear my best when I call on a King," said Kabumpo, smoothing down his embroidered collar complacently with his trunk.
"And I believe you've grown a foot," went on Randy, standing on tiptoe to pat Kabumpo on the shoulder.
"A foot," roared the Elegant Elephant, throwing back his head. "Oh, come now, I couldn't have grown a foot without noticing it, and I still have but four—here, count 'em! Say, who in hay bales gave you that black eye?"
"YOU did." Randy fairly sputtered with mirth at Kabumpo's discomfited expression. "I was just wishing someone would hit me in the nose, when along came that rock and NOW look at me!"
"Yes," put in Uncle Hoochafoo, regarding Kabumpo severely through his monocle. "Now look at him!"
"Well, why didn't you tell that wart of a doorkeeper I was expected?" demanded Kabumpo explosively.
"The King of Regalia does not hold conversation with his doorkeeper," explained Randy's uncle, giving the Elegant Elephant a very sour look.
"Oh, he doesn't!" Kabumpo lurched grandly to his feet. "Well, it's time somebody told him about the Elegant Elephant of Oz and how he should be received and welcomed. Let me tell you, sirrah—trumpets blow when I come and go in Pumperdink!"