"On my word," he exclaimed, "it's little Jellia Jamb--as pert and pretty as ever!"
"Why not, Mr. Wizard?" asked Jellia, bowing low.
"She is with the Princess Ozma, in the private rooms of the palace," replied Jellia Jamb.
It perplexed even Jellia Jamb, for a time, to know what to do with the animal.
Then Jellia said to the Wizard:
Please go to my boudoir, Jellia, and get the white piglet I left on the dressing-table.
Jellia at once departed on the errand, and she was gone so long that they had almost forgotten her mission when the green robed maiden returned with a troubled face.
Go and get my kitten, please, Jellia, and we'll hear what she has to say about it.
The piglet is gone, and you ran out of the room when Jellia opened the door.