"With a G," answered Kinda Jolly, leaning down to pat Trippsy, his pet foot stool. Trippsy is the only live footstool, I think, I have ever heard of. He followed Kinda wherever he went, which was fortunate, for the King's legs were so short that no matter how low the chair or bench, his feet never touched the floor. In some ways Trippsy was a more useful pet than a dog. He never chased cats, nor got into fights, nor barked, except a few shins, so that Kinda Jolly was awfully fond of him. "Is it a goat?" giggled Rosa Merry, biting off her thread. "Goat!" sputtered Kinda Jolly. "I should say not! Trippsy, old boy, she says we're going to have goat for dinner." Trippsy, who had been to market with the King--Kinda being one of those dear old fashioned fellows who do their own marketing--waved his tassel faintly to show that he appreciated the joke, while General Whiffenpuff, the King's body guard, and Hah Hoh, the Town Laugher burst into loud roars of merriment. "Guess again," invited Kinda Jolly, putting his finger tips together, and beaming on his pretty wife. "Grapes, glue, gum drops?" ventured the Queen, puckering up her forehead. "Gravy, ginger, griddle cakes. I know, it's griddle cakes!" "Grapes and glue and griddle cakes Will give us frightful stomach aches! Ginger, grapes and glue and gravy Oh, some kind doctor come and save ye!" That was the best that Hah Hoh could think of, but they all laughed so loud that seven little button boys stuck their heads in the window to see what all the fun was about. "Well, do you give it up?" asked Kinda, after Rosa had made seven more merry guesses. "Yes," said the Queen, shaking her head till the curls flew out in every direction. "What is it?" "A goose!" puffed Kinda Jolly, settling back comfortably on his throne. "The finest, fattest goose you ever saw in your life. Cost me a thousand gold buttons," he finished, smacking his lips and winking at General Whiffenpuff. The General, who was fonder of eating than of anything else, began to pat his stomach absently and Trippsy, though far too well stuffed to require food, gave a skip of satisfaction that nearly upset the King. "Roast goose and apple sauce," mused Kinda, regaining his balance. "Yum-yum, Whiffen, old rascal, just step out to the pantry, and see how the dinner's progressing. It's high time our goose was cooked, and I for one am hungry as a hippogriff." They were still laughing at Hah Hoh's jokes, when Whiffenpuff returned, but one look at the General sobered them at once. "Guess what we're going to have for dinner?" panted Whiffenpuff, very red in the face from his hurry. "What?" asked Rosa in surprise. "Nuthin'," gulped the General dolefully. "The dinner's not going, it's GONE! Our goose is hooked, tooked, crooked," finished Whiffenpuff, forgetting his grammar entirely. (Of course, we have known this all along, but it was a great shock to the King.) "Gone!" gasped Kinda Jolly. "But where is Mombi?" "Gone too!"