Now the shaggy man appeared, and so startling was his appearance, all clad in shaggy new raiment, that Dorothy cried “Oh!” and clasped her hands impulsively as she examined her friend with pleased eyes.

  “He’s still shaggy, all right,” remarked Button-Bright; and Ozma nodded brightly because she had meant the shaggy man to remain shaggy when she provided his new clothes for him.

  Dorothy led him toward the throne, as he was shy in such fine company, and presented him gracefully to the Princess, saying:

  “This, your Highness, is my friend, the shaggy man, who owns the Love Magnet.”

  “You are welcome to Oz,” said the girl Ruler, in gracious accents. “But tell me, sir, where did you get the Love Magnet which you say you own?”

  The shaggy man grew red and looked downcast, as he answered in a low voice:

  “I stole it, your Majesty.”

  “Oh, Shaggy Man!” cried Dorothy. “How dreadful! And you told me the Eskimo gave you the Love Magnet.”

  He shuffled first on one foot and then on the other, much embarrassed.

  “I told you a falsehood, Dorothy,” he said; “but now, having bathed in the Truth Pond, I must tell nothing but the truth.”

  “Why did you steal it?” asked Ozma, gently.

  “Because no one loved me, or cared for me,” said the shaggy man, “and I wanted to be loved a great deal. It was owned by a girl in Butterfield who was loved too much, so that the young men quarreled over her, which made her unhappy. After I had stolen the Magnet from her, only one young man continued to love the girl, and she married him and regained her happiness.”

  “Are you sorry you stole it?” asked the Princess.

  “No, your Highness; I’m glad,” he answered; “for it has pleased me to be loved, and if Dorothy had not cared for me I could not have accompanied her to this beautiful Land of Oz, or met its kind-hearted Ruler. Now that I’m here, I hope to remain, and to become one of your Majesty’s most faithful subjects.”

  “But in Oz we are loved for ourselves alone, and for our kindness to one another, and for our good deeds,” she said.

  “I’ll give up the Love Magnet,” said the shaggy man, eagerly; “Dorothy shall have it.”

  “But every one loves Dorothy already,” declared the Wizard.

  “Then Button-Bright shall have it.”

  “Don’t want it,” said the boy, promptly.

  “Then I’ll give it to the Wizard, for I’m sure the lovely Princess Ozma does not need it.”

  “All my people love the Wizard, too,” announced the Princess, laughing; “so we will hang the Love Magnet over the gates of the Emerald City, that whoever shall enter or leave the gates may be loved and loving.”

  “That is a good idea,” said the shaggy man; “I agree to it most willingly.”

  Those assembled now went in to dinner, which you can imagine was a grand affair; and afterward Ozma asked the Wizard to give them an exhibition of his magic.

  The Wizard took eight tiny white piglets from an inside pocket and set them on the table. One was dressed like a clown, and performed funny antics, and the others leaped over the spoons and dishes and ran around the table like race-horses, and turned hand-springs and were so sprightly and amusing that they kept the company in one roar of merry laughter. The Wizard had trained these pets to do many curious things, and they were so little and so cunning and soft that Polychrome loved to pick them up as they passed near her place and fondle them as if they were kittens.

  It was late when the entertainment ended, and they separated to go to their rooms.

  “To-morrow,” said Ozma, “my invited guests will arrive, and you will find among them some interesting and curious people, I promise you. The next day will be my birthday, and the festivities will be held on the broad green just outside the gates of the City, where all my people can assemble without being crowded.”

  “I hope the Scarecrow won’t be late,” said Dorothy, anxiously.

  “Oh, he is sure to return to-morrow,” answered Ozma. “He wanted new straw to stuff himself with, so he went to the Munchkin Country, where straw is plentiful.”

  With this the Princess bade her guests good night and went to her own room.

  21. Dorothy Receives the Guests

  Next morning Dorothy’s breakfast was served in her own pretty sitting room, and she sent to invite Polly and the shaggy man to join her and Button-Bright at the meal. They came gladly, and Toto also had breakfast with them, so that the little party that had traveled together to Oz was once more reunited.

  No sooner had they finished eating than they heard the distant blast of many trumpets, and the sound of a brass band playing martial music; so they all went out upon the balcony. This was at the front of the palace and overlooked the streets of the City, being higher than the wall that shut in the palace grounds. They saw approaching down the street a band of musicians, playing as hard and loud as they could, while the people of the Emerald City crowded the sidewalks and cheered so lustily that they almost drowned the noise of the drums and horns.

  Dorothy looked to see what they were cheering at, and discovered that behind the band was the famous Scarecrow, riding proudly upon the back of a wooden Saw-Horse which pranced along the street almost as gracefully as if it had been made of flesh. Its hoofs, or rather the ends of its wooden legs, were shod with plates of solid gold, and the saddle strapped to the wooden body was richly embroidered and glistened with jewels.

  As he reached the palace the Scarecrow looked up and saw Dorothy, and at once waved his peaked hat at her in greeting. He rode up to the front door and dismounted, and the band stopped playing and went away and the crowds of people returned to their dwellings.

  By the time Dorothy and her friends had re-entered her room, the Scarecrow was there, and he gave the girl a hearty embrace and shook the hands of the others with his own squashy hands, which were white gloves filled with straw.

  The shaggy man, Button-Bright, and Polychrome stared hard at this celebrated person, who was acknowledged to be the most popular and most beloved man in all the Land of Oz.

  “Why, your face has been newly painted!” exclaimed Dorothy, when the first greetings were over.

  “I had it touched up a bit by the Munchkin farmer who first made me,” answered the Scarecrow, pleasantly. “My complexion had become a bit grey and faded, you know, and the paint had peeled off one end of my mouth, so I couldn’t talk quite straight. Now I feel like myself again, and I may say without immodesty that my body is stuffed with the loveliest oat-straw in all Oz.” He pushed against his chest. “Hear me crunkle?” he asked.

  “Yes,” said Dorothy; “you sound fine.”

  Button-Bright was wonderfully attracted by the strawman, and so was Polly. The shaggy man treated him with great respect, because he was so queerly made.

  Jellia Jamb now came to say that Ozma wanted Princess Dorothy to receive the invited guests in the Throne-Room, as they arrived. The Ruler was herself busy ordering the preparations for the morrow’s festivities, so she wished her friend to act in her place.

  Dorothy willingly agreed, being the only other Princess in the Emerald City; so she went to the great Throne-Room and sat in Ozma’s seat, placing Polly on one side of her and Button-Bright on the other. The Scarecrow stood at the left of the throne and the Tin Woodman at the right, while the Wonderful Wizard and the shaggy man stood behind.

  The Cowardly Lion and the Hungry Tiger came in, with bright new bows of ribbon on their collars and tails. After greeting Dorothy affectionately the huge beasts lay down at the foot of the throne.

  While they waited, the Scarecrow, who was near the little boy, asked:

  “Why are you called Button-Bright?”

  “Don’t know,” was the answer.

  “Oh yes, you do, dear,” said Dorothy. “Tell the Scarecrow how you got your name.”

  “Papa always said I was bright as a button, so mama always called me Button-Bright,” announced the boy.

  “Where is your mama?” asked the Scarecrow.

  “Don’t know,” said Button-Bright.

  “Where is your home?” asked the Scarecrow.

  “Don’t know,” said Button-Bright.

  “Don’t you want to find your mama again?” asked the Scarecrow.

  “Don’t know,” said Button-Bright, calmly.

  The Scarecrow looked thoughtful.

  “Your papa may have been right,” he observed; “but there are many kinds of buttons, you see. There are silver and gold buttons, which are highly polished and glitter brightly. There are pearl and rubber buttons, and other kinds, with surfaces more or less bright. But there is still another sort of button which is covered with dull cloth, and that must be the sort your papa meant when he said you were bright as a button. Don’t you think so?”

  “Don’t know,” said Button-Bright.

  Jack Pumpkinhead arrived, wearing a pair of new, white kid gloves; and he brought a birthday present for Ozma consisting of a necklace of pumpkin-seeds. In each seed was set a sparkling carolite, which is considered the rarest and most beautiful gem that exists. The necklace was in a plush case and Jellia Jamb put it on a table with the Princess Ozma’s other presents.

  Next came a tall, beautiful woman clothed in a splendid trailing gown, trimmed with exquisite lace as fine as cobweb. This was the important Sorceress known as Glinda the Good, who had been of great assistance to both Ozma and Dorothy. There was no humbug about her magic, you may be sure, and Glinda was as kind as she was powerful. She greeted Dorothy most lovingly, and kissed Button-Bright and Polly, and smiled upon the shaggy man, after which Jellia Jamb led the Sorceress to one of the most magnificent rooms of the royal palace and appointed fifty servants to wait upon her.

  The next arrival was Mr. H. M. Woggle-Bug, T.E.; the “H. M.” meaning Highly Magnified and the “T.E.” meaning Thoroughly Educated. The Woggle-Bug was head professor at the Royal College of Oz, and he had composed a fine Ode in honor of Ozma’s birthday. This he wanted to read to them; but the Scarecrow wouldn’t let him.

  Soon they heard a clucking sound and a chorus of “cheep! cheep!” and a servant threw open the door to allow Billina and her ten fluffy chicks to enter the Throne-Room. As the Yellow Hen marched proudly at the head of her family, Dorothy cried, “Oh, you lovely things!” and ran down from her seat to pet the little yellow downy balls. Billina wore a pearl necklace, and around the neck of each chicken was a tiny gold chain holding a locket with the letter “D” engraved upon the outside.

  “Open the lockets, Dorothy,” said Billina. The girl obeyed and found a picture of herself in each locket. “They were named after you, my dear,” continued the Yellow Hen, “so I wanted all my chickens to wear your picture. Cluck—cluck! come here, Dorothy—this minute!” she cried, for the chickens were scattered and wandering all around the big room.

  They obeyed the call at once, and came running as fast as they could, fluttering their fluffy wings in a laughable way.

  It was lucky that Billina gathered the little ones under her soft breast just then, for Tik-tok came in and tramped up to the throne on his flat copper feet.

  “I am all wound up and work-ing fine-ly,” said the clock-work man to Dorothy.

  “I can hear him tick,” declared Button-Bright.

  “You are quite the polished gentleman,” said the Tin Woodman. “Stand up here beside the shaggy man, Tik-tok, and help receive the company.”

  Dorothy placed soft cushions in a corner for Billina and her chicks, and had just returned to the Throne and seated herself when the playing of the royal band outside the palace announced the approach of distinguished guests.

  And my, how they did stare when the High Chamberlain threw open the doors and the visitors entered the Throne-Room!

  First walked a gingerbread man neatly formed and baked to a lovely brown tint. He wore a silk hat and carried a candy cane prettily striped with red and yellow. His shirt-front and cuffs were white frosting, and the buttons on his coat were licorice drops.

  Behind the gingerbread man came a child with flaxen hair and merry blue eyes, dressed in white pajamas, with sandals on the soles of its pretty bare feet. The child looked around smiling and thrust its hands into the pockets of the pajamas. Close after it came a big rubber bear, walking erect on its hind feet. The bear had twinkling black eyes, and its body looked as if it had been pumped full of air.

  Following these curious visitors were two tall, thin men and two short, fat men, all four dressed in gorgeous uniforms.

  Ozma’s High Chamberlain now hurried forward to announce the names of the new arrivals, calling out in a loud voice:

  “His Gracious and Most Edible Majesty, King Dough the First, Ruler of the Two Kingdoms of Hiland and Loland. Also the Head Boolywag of his Majesty, known as Chick the Cherub, and their faithful friend Para Bruin, the rubber bear.”

  These great personages bowed low as their names were called, and Dorothy hastened to introduce them to the assembled company. They were the first foreign arrivals, and the friends of Princess Ozma were polite to them and tried to make them feel that they were welcome.

  Chick the Cherub shook hands with every one, including Billina, and was so joyous and frank and full of good spirits that John Dough’s Head Booleywag at once became a prime favorite.

  “Is it a boy or a girl?” whispered Dorothy.

  “Don’t know,” said Button-Bright.

  “Goodness me! what a queer lot of people you are,” exclaimed the rubber bear, looking at the assembled company.

  “So’re you,” said Button-Bright, gravely. “Is King Dough good to eat?”

  “He’s too good to eat,” laughed Chick the Cherub.

  “I hope none of you are fond of gingerbread,” said the King, rather anxiously.

  “We should never think of eating our visitors, if we were,” declared the Scarecrow; “so please do not worry, for you will be perfectly safe while you remain in Oz.”

  “Why do they call you Chick?” the Yellow Hen asked the child.

  “Because I’m an Incubator Baby, and never had any parents,” replied the Head Booleywag.

  “My chicks have a parent, and I’m it,” said Billina.

  “I’m glad of that,” answered the Cherub, “because they’ll have more fun worrying you than if they were brought up in an Incubator. The Incubator never worries, you know.”

  King John Dough had brought for Ozma’s birthday present a lovely gingerbread crown, with rows of small pearls around it and a fine big pearl in each of its five points. After this had been received by Dorothy with proper thanks and placed on the table with the other presents, the visitors from Hiland and Loland were escorted to their rooms by the High Chamberlain.

  They had no sooner departed than the band before the palace began to play again, announcing more arrivals, and as these were doubtless from foreign parts the High Chamberlain hurried back to receive them in his most official manner.

  22. Important Arrivals

  First entered a band of Ryls from the Happy Valley, all merry little sprites like fairy elves. A dozen crooked Knooks followed from the great Forest of Burzee. They had long whiskers and pointed caps and curling toes, yet were no taller than Button-Bright’s shoulder. With this group came a man so easy to recognize and so important and dearly beloved throughout the known world, that all present rose to their feet and bowed their heads in respectful homage, even before the High Chamberlain knelt to announce his name.

  “The most Mighty and Loyal Friend of Children, His Supreme Highness—Santa Claus!” said the Chamberlain, in an awed voice.

  “Well, well, well! Glad to see you—glad to meet you all!” cried Santa Claus, briskly, as he trotted up the long room.

  He was round as an apple, with a fresh rosy face, laughing eyes, and a bushy beard as white as snow. A red cloak trimmed with beautiful ermine hung from his shoulders and upon his back was a basket filled with pretty presents for the Princess Ozma.

  “Hello, Dorothy; still having adventures?” he asked in his jolly way, as he took the girl’s hand in both his own.

  “How did you know my name, Santa?” she replied, feeling more shy in the presence of this immortal saint than she ever had before in her young life.

  “Why, don’t I see you every Christmas Eve, when you’re asleep?” he rejoined, pinching her blushing cheek.

  “Oh, do you?”

  “And here’s Button-Bright, I declare!” cried Santa Claus, holding up the boy to kiss him. “What a long way from home you are; dear me!”

  “Do you know Button-Bright, too?” questioned Dorothy, eagerly.

  “Indeed I do. I’ve visited his home several Christmas Eves.”

  “And do you know his father?” asked the girl.

  “Certainly, my dear. Who else do you suppose brings him his Christmas neckties and stockings?” with a sly wink at the Wizard.

  “Then where does he live? We’re just crazy to know, ‘cause Button-Bright’s lost,” she said.

  Santa laughed and laid his finger aside of his nose as if thinking what to reply. He leaned over and whispered something in the Wizard’s ear, at which the Wizard smiled and nodded as if he understood.

  Now Santa Claus spied Polychrome, and trotted over to where she stood.

  “Seems to me the Rainbow’s Daughter is farther from home than any of you,” he observed, looking at the pretty maiden admiringly. “I’ll have to tell your father where you are, Polly, and send him to get you.”

  “Please do, dear Santa Claus,” implored the little maid, beseechingly.

  “But just now we must all have a jolly good time at Ozma’s party,” said the old gentleman, turning to put his presents on the table with the others already there. “It isn’t often I find time to leave my castle, as you know; but Ozma invited me and I just couldn’t help coming to celebrate the happy occasion.”