"But his will grow, it will, I know, As soon as he is big, But yours will never grow--and so You'd better buy a wig!" "Wh--at!" screamed King Theodore furiously, and Notta, dropping the handkerchief baby, noticed for the first time that the King's head was entirely bald. Bob Up was holding himself together and smiling into his collar. "Shocking!" coughed Adora, looking at the clown through her eye glasses. "I was singing about Slammer," gulped Notta, noting in an instant that the chief doorman was bald too. "Now just let me tell you a little joke. There was once a triangular pig, who could dance a triangular jig, and--" "Do you believe that?" shrilled King Theodore, again turning to face his Queen. "No," snapped the Queen, shutting her lips very tight. "How could I?" "Then, if the clouds rolled away, would they be mist?" roared Notta, before they could continue their disagreeing. He bounced four feet into the air and pointed playfully at the King. "I wouldn't miss 'em," replied the King sullenly. "Do you think _that's_ funny?" Again he turned to the Queen, who shook her head emphatically. "Well, I think it's funny!" said Bob, jumping out of his chair. He looked indignantly from the King to the Queen. "Then why don't you laugh?" asked the King accusingly. Poor Bob couldn't explain that laughing was a hard matter for an orphan, so he sat down rather suddenly, while Notta began looking all around as if he were hunting something. He searched on each step of the King's throne, then he looked into his Majesty's lap and, finally, running around to the back peered under Theodore's collar. "What's the matter?" asked his Majesty irritably. "What are you looking for now?" "My joke," sighed the clown, "I'm looking for my poor little joke. It was lost on you. When I asked, 'If the clouds rolled away, would they be mist,' you should have said it's according to the way you spell 'em--see?" "No," said Theodore, sternly, "I don't, "I only see you are a dunce; You haven't made us laugh, not once!" The Queen nodded emphatically at this and, glaring scornfully at the two intruders, swept out of the throne room. "Last rule," whispered Notta, winking at Bob--for out of the tail of his eye, he could see the King signaling Slammer. Rushing forward impetuously he flung up his hand. "Could your Majesty tell me a word to rhyme with toboggan?" he asked pleadingly. Immediately King Theodore's face lit up with pleasure. He closed his eyes and began to drum with one hand on the arm of his throne. If there was one thing he adored it was rhyming.