WIZARD OF OZ - Complete Series. L. Frank Baum

to us. But the rest of you must be destroyed in some way, and you cannot be planted, because I do not wish horses and cats and meat people growing all over our country.”

      “You needn’t worry,” said Dorothy. “We wouldn’t grow under ground, I’m sure.”

      “But why destroy my friends?” asked the little Wizard. “Why not let them live?”

      “They do not belong here,” returned the Prince. “They have no right to be inside the earth at all.”

      “We didn’t ask to come down here; we fell,” said Dorothy.

      “That is no excuse,” declared the Prince, coldly.

      The children looked at each other in perplexity, and the Wizard sighed. Eureka rubbed her paw on her face and said in her soft, purring voice:

      “He won’t need to destroy ME, for if I don’t get something to eat pretty soon I shall starve to death, and so save him the trouble.”

      “If he planted you, he might grow some cat-tails,” suggested the Wizard.

      “Oh, Eureka! perhaps we can find you some milkweeds to eat,” said the boy.

      “Phoo!” snarled the kitten; “I wouldn’t touch the nasty things!”

      “You don’t need milk, Eureka,” remarked Dorothy; “you are big enough now to eat any kind of food.”

      “If I can get it,” added Eureka.

      “I’m hungry myself,” said Zeb. “But I noticed some strawberries growing in one of the gardens, and some melons in another place. These people don’t eat such things, so perhaps on our way back they will let us get them.”

      “Never mind your hunger,” interrupted the Prince. “I shall order you destroyed in a few minutes, so you will have no need to ruin our pretty melon vines and berry bushes. Follow me, please, to meet your doom.”

5. Dorothy Picks the Princess

      The words of the cold and moist vegetable Prince were not very comforting, and as he spoke them he turned away and left the enclosure. The children, feeling sad and despondent, were about to follow him when the Wizard touched Dorothy softly on her shoulder.

      “Wait!” he whispered.

      “What for?” asked the girl.

      “Suppose we pick the Royal Princess,” said the Wizard. “I’m quite sure she’s ripe, and as soon as she comes to life she will be the Ruler, and may treat us better than that heartless Prince intends to.”

      “All right!” exclaimed Dorothy, eagerly. “Let’s pick her while we have the chance, before the man with the star comes back.”

      So together they leaned over the great bush and each of them seized one hand of the lovely Princess.

      “Pull!” cried Dorothy, and as they did so the royal lady leaned toward them and the stems snapped and separated from her feet. She was not at all heavy, so the Wizard and Dorothy managed to lift her gently to the ground.

      The beautiful creature passed her hands over her eyes an instant, tucked in a stray lock of hair that had become disarranged, and after a look around the garden made those present a gracious bow and said, in a sweet but even toned voice:

      “I thank you very much.”

      “We salute your Royal Highness!” cried the Wizard, kneeling and kissing her hand.

      Just then the voice of the Prince was heard calling upon them to hasten, and a moment later he returned to the enclosure, followed by a number of his people.

      Instantly the Princess turned and faced him, and when he saw that she was picked the Prince stood still and began to tremble.

      “Sir,” said the Royal Lady, with much dignity, “you have wronged me greatly, and would have wronged me still more had not these strangers come to my rescue. I have been ready for picking all the past week, but because you were selfish and desired to continue your unlawful rule, you left me to stand silent upon my bush.”

      “I did not know that you were ripe,” answered the Prince, in a low voice.

      “Give me the Star of Royalty!” she commanded.

      Slowly he took the shining star from his own brow and placed it upon that of the Princess. Then all the people bowed low to her, and the Prince turned and walked away alone. What became of him afterward our friends never knew.

      The people of Mangaboo now formed themselves into a procession and marched toward the glass city to escort their new ruler to her palace and to perform those ceremonies proper to the occasion. But while the people in the procession walked upon the ground the Princess walked in the air just above their heads, to show that she was a superior being and more exalted than her subjects.

      No one now seemed to pay any attention to the strangers, so Dorothy and Zeb and the Wizard let the train pass on and then wandered by themselves into the vegetable gardens. They did not bother to cross the bridges over the brooks, but when they came to a stream they stepped high and walked in the air to the other side. This was a very interesting experience to them, and Dorothy said:

      “I wonder why it is that we can walk so easily in the air.”

      “Perhaps,” answered the Wizard, “it is because we are close to the center of the earth, where the attraction of gravitation is very slight. But I’ve noticed that many queer things happen in fairy countries.”

      “Is this a fairy country?” asked the boy.

      “Of course it is,” returned Dorothy promptly. “Only a fairy country could have veg’table people; and only in a fairy country could Eureka and Jim talk as we do.”

      “That’s true,” said Zeb, thoughtfully.

      In the vegetable gardens they found the strawberries and melons, and several other unknown but delicious fruits, of which they ate heartily. But the kitten bothered them constantly by demanding milk or meat, and called the Wizard names because he could not bring her a dish of milk by means of his magical arts.

      As they sat upon the grass watching Jim, who was still busily eating, Eureka said:

      “I don’t believe you are a Wizard at all!”

      “No,” answered the little man, “you are quite right. In the strict sense of the word I am not a Wizard, but only a humbug.”

      “The Wizard of Oz has always been a humbug,” agreed Dorothy. “I’ve known him for a long time.”

      “If that is so,” said the boy, “how could he do that wonderful trick with the nine tiny piglets?”

      “Don’t know,” said Dorothy, “but it must have been humbug.”

      “Very true,” declared the Wizard, nodding at her. “It was necessary to deceive that ugly Sorcerer and the Prince, as well as their stupid people; but I don’t mind telling you, who are my friends, that the thing was only a trick.”

      “But I saw the little pigs with my own eyes!” exclaimed Zeb.

      “So did I,” purred the kitten.

      “To be sure,” answered the Wizard. “You saw them because they were there. They are in my inside pocket now. But the pulling of them apart and pushing them together again was only a sleight-of-hand trick.”

      “Let’s see the pigs,” said Eureka, eagerly.

      The little man felt carefully in his pocket and pulled out the tiny piglets, setting them upon the grass one by one, where they ran around and nibbled the tender blades.

      “They’re hungry, too,” he said.

      “Oh, what cunning things!” cried