so, you
are
welcome to
travel in
our
company.”
The
Woggle-Bug
bowed with
profound
grace. “It
will give
me great
pleasure,”
said he
“to accept
your kind
invitation;
for
nowhere in
the Land
of Oz
could I
hope to
meet with
so
congenial
a
company.”
“That is
true,”
acknowledged
the
Pumpkinhead.
“We are
quite as
congenial
as flies
and
honey.”
“But –
pardon me
if I seem
inquisitive
– are you
not all
rather –
ahem!
rather
unusual?”
