"
The former Boolooroo groaned. "What's going to become of me, then?"
he asked. "Am I to be patched, or what?"
"You won't be hurt," answered the girl, "but you'll have to find
some other place to stay besides this palace, an' perhaps you'll
enjoy workin' for a livin' by way of variety."
"Can't I take any of the treasure with me?" he pleaded.
"Not even a bird cage," said she. "Ever'thing in the palace now
belongs to Ghip-Ghisizzle."
"Except the Six Snubnosed Princesses," exclaimed the new Boolooroo
earnestly. "Won't you please get rid of them, too, your Majesty?
Can't they be discharged?"
"Of course," said Trot. "They must go with their dear father an'
mother. Isn't there some house in the City they can all live in,
Ghip?"
"Why, I own a little cabin at the end of the town," said
Ghip-Ghisizzle, "and I'll let them use that, as I won't need it any
longer. It isn't a very pretty cabin, and the furniture is cheap and
common, but I'm sure it is good enough for this wicked man and his
family."
"I'll not be wicked any more," sighed the old Boolooroo. "I'll
reform. It's always best to reform when it is no longer safe to
remain wicked. As a private citizen, I shall be a model of
deportment, because it would be dangerous to be otherwise."
Trot now sent for the Princesses, who had been weeping and wailing
and fighting among themselves ever since they learned that their
father had been conquered.
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