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Chapter Thirteen - The Restoration

The Tin Owl gave a hoot of delight when he saw the Red Wagon draw up

before Jinjur's house, and the Brown Bear grunted and growled with glee

and trotted toward Ozma as fast as he could wobble. As for the Canary, it

flew swiftly to Dorothy's shoulder and perched there, saying in her ear:

Thank goodness you have come to our rescue!"

But who are you?" asked Dorothy

Don't you know?" returned the Canary.

No; for the first time we noticed you in the Magic Picture, you were just a

bird, as you are now. But we've guessed that the giant woman had

transformed you, as she did the others."

Yes; I'm Polychrome, the Rainbow's Daughter," announced the Canary.

Goodness me!" cried Dorothy. "How dreadful."

Well, I make a rather pretty bird, I think," returned Polychrome, "but of

course I'm anxious to resume my own shape and get back upon my

rainbow."

Ozma will help you, I'm sure," said Dorothy. "How does it feel, Scarecrow, to

be a Bear?" she asked, addressing her old friend.

"I don't like it," declared the Scarecrow Bear. "This brutal form is quite

beneath the dignity of a wholesome straw man."

And think of me," said the Owl, perching upon the dashboard of the Red

Wagon with much noisy clattering of his tin feathers. "Don't I look horrid,

Dorothy, with eyes several sizes too big for my body, and so weak that I

ought to wear spectacles?"

Well," said Dorothy critically, as she looked him over, "you're nothing to

brag of, I must confess. But Ozma will soon fix you up again."

The Green Monkey had hung back, bashful at meeting two lovely girls while

in the form of a beast; but Jinjur now took his hand and led him forward

while she introduced him to Ozma, and Woot managed to make a low bow,

not really ungraceful, before her girlish Majesty, the Ruler of Oz.

The Tin Woodman of Oz