“You can see it from the other side of the hill,” replied the Hurrah Bird. “I’ll give you a few hurrahs for luck. Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!” “Oh, go away,” grumbled Kabumpo. “Not till you look at my nest. Did you ever see a Hurrah Bird’s nest?” he chirped brightly. “Let’s look at it,” said Pompa, smiling in spite of himself. The Hurrah Bird preened itself proudly as they peered through the bushes. Surely it had the gayest nest ever built, for it was woven of straw of many colors, and hung all over the near-by branches were small Oz flags. In the nest three little yellow chicks were growing up into Hurrahs and they chirped faintly at the visitors. “Remember,” called the Father Hurrah, as they bade him good-bye, “you can always be cheerful in three chirps if you think of what you _might_ have been, what you _are_, and what you are going to be. Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!” “There’s something in what you’ve said,” chuckled Wag. “Good-bye!” [Illustration: (unlabelled)] The moon had come up brightly and even Kabumpo began to feel more like himself. “There’s a lot to be learned by traveling, eh, Wag?” He winked at the rabbit, who was just behind him. “Let’s see—somersaults for sums—never be gormish—and now, how to be cheerful in three chirps. Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!” The Elegant Elephant began to plow swiftly through the daisy field, so that in almost no time they reached the top of the little hill and as they did so Peg gave a little scream of delight. As for the others, they were simply speechless. A purple mountain rose steeply ahead, and set like a crown upon its summit was a glittering gold castle, the loveliest, laciest gold castle you could imagine, with a hundred fluttering pennants. All down the mountain side spread its lovely gardens, its golden arbors and flower bordered paths. [Illustration: At the top of the mountain the loveliest castle you could imagine] “I’ve seen it before!” cried the Wooden Doll softly, but no one heard her. Pompa drew a deep breath, for the castle, shimmering in the moonlight, seemed almost too beautiful to believe. “Whe-ew!” whistled Wag, breaking the silence. “The Princess of Tun Sop Wountain must be wonderful.” “Shall we start up now?” gasped Kabumpo, swinging his trunk nervously. “I don’t believe she’ll ever marry me. Let’s don’t go at all,” muttered the Prince of Pumperdink in a shaking voice. “Oh, come on!” called Wag, who was curious to see the owner of so grand a castle. “But we mustn’t go, Wag,” gasped Peg Amy. “How would it look to have a shabby old doll tagging along when he’s trying to talk to the Princess?” “If Peg doesn’t go, I’m not going,” declared Pompa stubbornly. “You’re just as good as any Princess,” said Kabumpo, “and I’m not going without you, either.”