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Chapter Seventeen
Ozma and Her Friends

The Shaggy Man had a room of his own in the royal
palace, so there he went to change his shaggy suit

of clothes for another just as shaggy but not so
dusty from travel. He selected a costume of

peagreen and pink satin and velvet, with
embroidered shags on all the edges and iridescent

pearls for ornaments. Then he bathed in an
alabaster pool and brushed his shaggy hair and

whiskers the wrong way to make them still more
shaggy. This accomplished, and arrayed in his

splendid shaggy garments, he went to Ozma's
banquet hall and found the Scarecrow, the Wizard

and Dorothy already assembled there. The Scarecrow
had made a quick trip and returned to the Emerald

City with his left ear freshly painted.
A moment later, while they all stood in waiting,

a servant threw open a door, the orchestra struck
up a tune and Ozma of Oz entered.

Much has been told and written concerning the
beauty of person and character of this sweet girl

Ruler of the Land of Oz--the richest, the happiest
and most delightfulfairyland of which we have any

knowledge. Yet with all her queenly qualities Ozma
was a real girl and enjoyed the things in life

that other real girls enjoy. When she sat on her
splendid emeraldthrone in the great Throne Room

of her palace and made laws and settled disputes
and tried to keep all her subjects happy and

contented, she was as dignified and demure as any
queen might be; but when she had thrown aside her

jeweled robe of state and her sceptre, and had
retired to her private apartments, the girl--

joyous, light-hearted and free--replaced the
sedate Ruler.

In the banquet hall to-night were gathered
only old and trusted friends, so here Ozma was

herself--a mere girl. She greeted Dorothy with
a kiss, the Shaggy Man with a smile, the little

old Wizard with a friendly handshake and then
she pressed the Scarecrow's stuffed arm and

cried merrily:
"What a lovely left ear! Why, it's a hundred

times better than the old one."
"I'm glad you like it," replied the Scarecrow,

well pleased. "Jinjur did a neat job, didn't she?
And my hearing is now perfect. Isn't it wonderful

what a little paint will do, if it's properly
applied?"

"It really is wonderful," she agreed, as they
all took their seats; "but the Sawhorse must

have his legs twinkle to have carried you so far
in one day. I didn't expect you back before

tomorrow, at the earliest."
"Well," said the Scarecrow, "I met a charming

girl on the road and wanted to see more of her, so
I hurried back."

Ozma laughed.
"I know," she returned; "it's the Patchwork

Girl. She is certainly bewildering, if not strictly
beautiful."

"Have you seen her, then?" the straw man eagerly
asked.

"Only in my Magic Picture, which shows me all
scenes of interest in the Land of Oz."

"I fear the picture didn't do her justice," said
the Scarecrow.

"It seemed to me that nothing could be more
gorgeous," declared Ozma. "Whoever made that

patchwork quilt, from which Scraps was formed,
must have selected the gayest and brightest bits

of cloth that ever were woven.
"I am glad you like her," said the Scarecrow

in a satisfied tone. Although the straw man did
not eat, not being made so he could, he often

dined with Ozma and her companions, merely
for the pleasure of talking with them. He sat at

the table and had a napkin and plate, but the
servants knew better than to offer him food.

After a little while he asked: "Where is the
Patchwork Girl now?"

"In my room," replied Dorothy. "I've taken a
fancy to her; she's so queer and-and-uncommon."

"She's half crazy, I think," added the Shaggy
Man.

"But she is so beautiful!" exclaimed the
Scarecrow, as if that fact disarmed all criticism.

They all laughed at his enthusiasm, but the
Scarecrow was quite serious. Seeing that he was

interested in Scraps they forbore to say anything
against her. The little band of friends Ozma had

gathered around her was so quaintly assorted that
much care must be exercised to avoid hurting their

feelings or making any one of them unhappy. It was
this considerate kindness that held them close

friends and enabled them to enjoy one another's
society.

Another thing they avoided was conversing
on unpleasant subjects, and for that reason Ojo

and his troubles were not mentioned during the
dinner. The Shaggy Man, however, related his

adventures with the monstrous plants which
had seized and enfolded the travelers, and told

how he had robbed Chiss, the giant porcupine,
of the quills which it was accustomed to throw

at people. Both Dorothy and Ozma were pleased
with this exploit and thought it served Chiss

right.
Then they talked of the Woozy, which was the

most remarkable animal any of them had ever before
seen--except, perhaps, the live Sawhorse. Ozma had

never known that her dominions contained such a
thing as a Woozy, there being but one in existence

and this being confined in his forest for many
years. Dorothy said she believed the Woozy was a

good beast, honest and faithful; hut she added
that she did not care much for the Glass Cat.

"Still," said the Shaggy Man, "the Glass Cat
is very pretty and if she were not so conceited

over her pink brains no one would object to her
as a companion.

The Wizard had been eating silently until
now, when he looked up and remarked:

"That Powder of Life which is made by the
Crooked Magician is really a wonderful thing.

But Dr. Pipt does not know its true value and
he uses it in the most foolish ways."

"I must see about that," said Ozma, gravely.
Then she smiled again and continued in a

lighter tone: "It was Dr. Pipt's famous Powder
of Life that enabled me to become the Ruler

of Oz."
"I've never heard that story," said the Shaggy

Man, looking at Ozma questioningly.
"Well, when I was a baby girl I was stolen by an

old Witch named Mombi and transformed into a boy,"
began the girl Ruler. "I did not know who I was

and when I grew big enough to work, the Witch made
me wait upon her and carry wood for the fire and

hoe in the garden. One day she came back from a
journey bringing some of the Powder of Life, which

Dr. Pipt had given her. I had made a pumpkin-
headed man and set it up in her path to frighten

her, for I was fond of fun and hated the Witch.
But she knew what the figure was and to test her

Powder of Life she sprinkled some of it on the man
I had made. It came to life and is now our dear

friend Jack Pumpkinhead. That night I ran away
with Jack to escape punishment, and I took old

Mombi's Powder of Life with me. During our journey
we came upon a wooden Sawhorse standing by the

road and I used the magic powder to bring it to
life. The Sawhorse has been with me ever since.

When I got to the Emerald City the good Sorceress,
Glinda, knew who I was and restored me to my

proper person, when I became the rightful Ruler of
this land. So you see had not old Mombi brought

home the Powder of Life I might never have run
away from her and become Ozma of Oz, nor would we

have had Jack Pumpkinhead and the Sawhorse to
comfort and amuse us."

That story interested the Shaggy Man very much,
as well as the others, who had often heard it

before. The dinner being now concluded, they all
went to Ozma's drawing-room, where they passed a

pleasant evening before it came time to retire.
Chapter Eighteen

Ojo is Forgiven
The next morning the Soldier with the Green

Whiskers went to the prison and took Ojo away to
the royal palace, where he was summoned to appear

before the girl Ruler for judgment. Again the
soldier put upon the boy the jeweled handcuffs and

white prisoner's robe with the peaked top and
holes for the eyes. Ojo was so ashamed, both of

his disgrace and the fault he had committed, that
he was glad to be covered up in this way, so that

people could not see him or know who he was. He
followed the Soldier with the Green Whiskers very

willingly, anxious that his fate might be decided
as soon as possible.

The inhabitants of the Emerald City were polite
people and never jeered at the unfortunate; but it

was so long since they bad seen a prisoner that
they cast many curious looks toward the boy and

many of them hurried away to the royal palace to
be present during the trial.

When Ojo was escorted into the great Throne
Room of the palace he found hundreds of people

assembled there. In the magnificentemerald
throne, which sparkled with countless jewels, sat

Ozma of Oz in her Robe of State, which was
embroidered with emeralds and pearls. On her

right, but a little lower, was Dorothy, and on her
left the Scarecrow. Still lower, but nearly in

front of Ozma, sat the wonderful Wizard of Oz and
on a small table beside him was the golden vase

from Dorothy's room, into which Scraps had dropped
the stolen clover.

At Ozma's feet crouched two enormous beasts,


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