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Good as ever!" announced Sir Hokus, and indeed all traces of the magic
stalk had disappeared from his shoulders.
"Dorothy!" cried Ozma again. "What does it all mean?"
"Merely that I slid down my family tree and that Dorothy and this Knight
rescued me," said the Scarecrow calmly.
"And he's a real Royalty--so there!" cried Dorothy with a wave at the
Scarecrow and making a little face at Professor Wogglebug. "Meet his
Supreme Highness, Chang Wang Woe of Silver Island, who had abdicated
his throne and returned to be a plain Scarecrow in Oz!"
Then, as the eminent Educator of Oz stood gaping at the Scarecrow, "Oh,
Ozma, I've so much to tell you!"
"Begin! Begin!" cried the little Wizard. "For everything's mighty mysterious.
First, the Cowardly Lion and two unknown beasts shoot through the air and
stop just outside the third-story windows, and there they hang although I've
tried all my magic to get them down. Then you and the Scarecrow drop in
with a strange Knight!"
"
Oh, the poor Cowardly Lion!" gasped Dorothy as the Wizard finished
speaking. "The magic fan!" She felt hurriedly in her pocket. "It's gone!"
"
It must have slipped out of your pocket and blown them here, and they'll
never come down till that fan is closed," cried the Scarecrow in an agitated
voice.
All of this was Greek to Ozma and the others, but when Dorothy begged the
little Queen to send for her Magic Belt, she did it without question. This belt
Dorothy had captured from the Gnome King, and it enabled the wearer to
wish people and objects wherever one wanted them.
"
I wish the magic fan to close and to come safely back to me," said Dorothy
as soon as she had clasped the belt around her waist. No sooner were the
words out before there was a loud crash and a series of roars and groans.
Everybody started on a run for the palace, Sir Hokus ahead of all the rest.
The fan had mysteriously returned to Dorothy's pocket.
The three animals had fallen into a huge cluster of rose bushes and, though
badly scratched and frightened, were really unhurt.
"I doubt that I'll like Oz," quavered the Doubtful Dromedary, lurching toward
Sir Hokus.
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