these old friends, and also talked a long time with the Wizard, who was little and old and withered and dried up, but as merry and active as a child. Afterward, she went to see Billina’s fast-growing family of chicks.
Toto, Dorothy’s little black dog, also met with a cordial reception. Toto was an especial friend of the Shaggy Man, and he knew every one else. Being the only dog in the Land of Oz, he was highly respected by the people, who believed animals entitled to every consideration if they behaved themselves properly.
Dorothy had four lovely rooms in the palace, which were always reserved for her use and were called “Dorothy’s rooms.” These consisted of a beautiful sitting room, a dressing room, a dainty bedchamber and a big marble bathroom. And in these rooms were everything that heart could desire, placed there with loving thoughtfulness by Ozma for her little friend’s use. The royal dressmakers had the little girl’s measure, so they kept the closets in her dressing room filled with lovely dresses of every description and suitable for every occasion. No wonder Dorothy had refrained from bringing with her her old calico and gingham dresses! Here everything that was dear to a little girl’s heart was supplied in profusion, and nothing so rich and beautiful could ever have been found in the biggest department stores in America. Of course Dorothy enjoyed all these luxuries, and the only reason she had heretofore preferred to live in Kansas was because her uncle and aunt loved her and needed her with them.
Now, however, all was to be changed, and Dorothy was really more delighted to know that her dear relatives were to share in her good fortune and enjoy the delights of the Land of Oz, than she was to possess such luxury for herself.
Next morning, at Ozma’s request, Dorothy dressed herself in a pretty sky-blue gown of rich silk, trimmed with real pearls. The buckles of her shoes were set with pearls, too, and more of these priceless gems were on a lovely coronet which she wore upon her forehead. “For,” said her friend Ozma, “from this time forth, my dear, you must assume your rightful rank as a Princess of Oz, and being my chosen companion you must dress in a way befitting the dignity of your position.”
Dorothy agreed to this, although she knew that neither gowns nor jewels could make her anything else than the simple, unaffected little girl she had always been.
As soon as they had breakfasted—the girls eating together in Ozma’s pretty boudoir—the Ruler of Oz said:
“Now, dear friend, we will use the Magic Belt to transport your uncle and aunt from Kansas to the Emerald City. But I think it would be fitting, in receiving such distinguished guests, for us to sit in my Throne Room.”
“Oh, they’re not very ‘stinguished, Ozma,” said Dorothy. “They’re just plain people, like me.”
“Being your friends and relatives, Princess Dorothy, they are certainly distinguished,” replied the Ruler, with a smile.
“They—they won’t hardly know what to make of all your splendid furniture and things,” protested Dorothy, gravely. “It may scare ‘em to see your grand Throne Room, an’ p’raps we’d better go into the back yard, Ozma, where the cabbages grow an’ the chickens are playing. Then it would seem more natural to Uncle Henry and Aunt Em.”
“No; they shall first see me in my Throne Room,” replied Ozma, decidedly; and when she spoke in that tone Dorothy knew it was not wise to oppose her, for Ozma was accustomed to having her own way.
So together they went to the Throne Room, an immense domed chamber in the center of the palace. Here stood the royal throne, made of solid gold and encrusted with enough precious stones to stock a dozen jewelry stores in our country.
Ozma, who was wearing the Magic Belt, seated herself in the throne, and Dorothy sat at her feet. In the room were assembled many ladies and gentlemen of the court, clothed in rich apparel and wearing fine jewelry. Two immense animals squatted, one on each side of the throne—the Cowardly Lion and the Hungry Tiger. In a balcony high up in the dome an orchestra played sweet music, and beneath the dome two electric fountains sent sprays of colored perfumed water shooting up nearly as high as the arched ceiling.
“Are you ready, Dorothy?” asked the Ruler.
“I am,” replied Dorothy; “but I don’t know whether Aunt Em and Uncle Henry are ready.”
“That won’t matter,” declared Ozma. “The old life can have very little to interest them, and the sooner they begin the new life here the happier they will be. Here they come, my dear!”
As she spoke, there before the throne appeared Uncle Henry and Aunt Em, who for a moment stood motionless, glaring with white and startled faces at the scene that confronted them. If the ladies and gentlemen present had not been so polite I am sure they would have laughed at the two strangers.
Aunt Em had her calico dress skirt “tucked up,” and she wore a faded, blue-checked apron. Her hair was rather straggly and she had on a pair of Uncle Henry’s old slippers. In one hand she held a dish-towel and in the other a cracked earthenware plate, which she had been engaged in wiping when so suddenly transported to the Land of Oz.
Uncle Henry, when the summons came, had been out in the barn “doin’ chores.” He wore a ragged and much soiled straw hat, a checked shirt without any collar and blue overalls tucked into the tops of his old cowhide boots.
“By gum!” gasped Uncle Henry, looking around as if bewildered.
“Well, I swan!” gurgled Aunt Em in a hoarse, frightened voice. Then her eyes fell upon Dorothy, and she said: “D-d-d-don’t that look like our little girl—our Dorothy, Henry?”
“Hi, there—look out, Em!” exclaimed the old man, as Aunt Em advanced a step; “take care o’ the wild beastses, or you’re a goner!”
But now Dorothy sprang forward and embraced and kissed her aunt and uncle affectionately, afterward taking their hands in her own.
“Don’t be afraid,” she said to them. “You are now in the Land of Oz, where you are to live always, and be comfer’ble an’ happy. You’ll never have to worry over anything again, ‘cause there won’t be anything to worry about. And you owe it all to the kindness of my friend Princess Ozma.”
Here she led them before the throne and continued:
“Your Highness, this is Uncle Henry. And this is Aunt Em. They want to thank you for bringing them here from Kansas.”
Aunt Em tried to “slick” her hair, and she hid the dish-towel and dish under her apron while she bowed to the lovely Ozma. Uncle Henry took off his straw hat and held it awkwardly in his hands.
But the Ruler of Oz rose and came from her throne to greet her newly arrived guests, and she smiled as sweetly upon them as if they had been a king and queen.
“You are very welcome here, where I have brought you for Princess Dorothy’s sake,” she said, graciously, “and I hope you will be quite happy in your new home.” Then she turned to her courtiers, who were silently and gravely regarding the scene, and added: “I present to my people our Princess Dorothy’s beloved Uncle Henry and Aunt Em, who will hereafter be subjects of our kingdom. It will please me to have you show them every kindness and honor in your power, and to join me in making them happy and contented.”
Hearing this, all those assembled bowed low and respectfully to the old farmer and his wife, who bobbed their own heads in return.
“And now,” said Ozma to them, “Dorothy will show you the rooms prepared for you. I hope you will like them, and shall expect you to join me at luncheon.”
So Dorothy led her relatives away, and as soon as they were out of the Throne Room and alone in the corridor, Aunt Em squeezed Dorothy’s hand and said:
“Child, child! How in the world did we ever get here so quick? And is it all real? And are we to stay here, as she says? And what does it all mean, anyhow?”
Dorothy laughed.
“Why didn’t you tell us what you were goin’ to do?” inquired Uncle Henry, reproachfully. “If I’d