The Royal Book of Oz


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"I'm with you," said the Cowardly Lion huskily, "but you needn't have come  
back for me."  
"All right!" said the Scarecrow cheerfully. "And now that everything's settled  
so nicely, we might as well enjoy the little time left. Put out the lights,  
Tappy. Dorothy and I will sit on the throne, and the rest of you come as  
close as possible."  
Sir Hokus wakened the Doubtful Dromedary and pulled and tugged it across  
the hall, where it immediately fell down asleep again. The Comfortable  
Camel ambled about eating the flowers out of the vases. The Cowardly Lion  
had placed himself at Dorothy's feet, and Sir Hokus and Happy Toko seated  
themselves upon the first step of the gorgeous silver throne.  
Then, while they waited for morning, Dorothy told the Scarecrow all about  
the Pokes and Fix City, and the Scarecrow told once again of his victory over  
the king of the Golden Islands.  
"
Where is the magic fan now?" asked Dorothy at the end of the story.  
The Scarecrow smiled broadly, and feeling in a deep pocket brought out the  
little fan and also the parasol he had plucked from the beanstalk. "Do you  
know," he said smiling, "so much has happened I haven't thought of them  
since the battle. I was saving them for you, Dorothy."  
"For me!" exclaimed the little girl in delight. "Let me see them!" The  
Scarecrow handed them over obligingly, but Happy Toko trembled so  
violently that he rolled down the steps of the throne.  
"I beg of you!" He scrambled to his feet and held up his hands in terror. "I  
beg of you, don't open that fan!"  
"
She's used to magic, Tappy. You needn't worry," said the Scarecrow easily.  
Of course I am," said Dorothy with great dignity. "But this'll be mighty  
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useful if anyone tries to conquer Oz again. We can just fan 'em away."  
Dorothy pulled a hair from the Cowardly Lion's mane, and winding it around  
the little fan, put it carefully in the pocket of her dress. The parasol she  
hung by its ribbon to her arm.  
"Perhaps Ozma will look in the Magic Picture and wish us all back again,"  
said the little girl after they had sat for a time in silence.  
"I doubt it." The Dromedary stirred and mumbled in its sleep.  
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