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"I wish we could go on just as we are," gasped Pompa, mopping his face with his silk handkerchief. "We're all good chums and, if it weren't for Pumperdink's disappearing, we might travel all over Oz and have no end of adventures together."

"Speaking of disappearing," said Kabumpo, opening one eye, for he had dozed off during the game, "I suppose we'd better be starting if we're to save the Kingdom at all."

"Good-bye to pleasure," sighed Pompa, as Kabumpo lifted him to his back. "Good-bye to everything!"

"Oh, cheer up," begged Peg, settling herself on Wag's back.

"Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!" A large yellow bird rose suddenly from a near-by bush and flapped its wings over Pompa's head. "Hurrah! Hurrah!"

"Shoo! Get away!" grumbled Kabumpo crossly. "What are you cheering about?"

"She said to," cawed the bird, darting over Peg Amy's head. "Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! Let me teach you how to be cheerful in three chirps. First, think of what you might have been; next, think of what you are; then think of what you are going to be. Do you get it?" The bird put its head on one side and regarded them anxiously.