The　little　girl　and　Button…Bright　both　uttered
  exclamations　of　pleasure；　but　they　looked　in　vain　for　any
  cook　stove　or　fireplace；　or　for　any　person　who　might　have
  prepared　for　them　this　delicious　feast。
  〃It's　fairyland；〃　muttered　the　boy；　tossing　his　cap　in
  a　corner　and　seating　himself　at　the　table。　〃This　supper
  smells　'most　as　good　as　that　turkey…leg　I　had　in
  Jinxland。　Please　pass　the　muffins；　Cap'n　Bill。〃
  Trot　thought　it　was　strange　that　no　people　but
  themselves　were　in　the　house；　but　on　the　wall　opposite
  the　door　was　a　gold　frame　bearing　in　big　letters　the
  word：
  〃WELCOME。〃
  So　she　had　no　further　hesitation　in　eating　of　the　food
  so　mysteriously　prepared　for　them。
  〃But　there　are　only　places　for　three！〃　she　exclaimed。
  〃Three　are　quite　enough；〃　said　the　Scarecrow。　〃I　never
  eat；　because　I　am　stuffed　full　already；　and　I　like　my
  nice　clean　straw　better　than　I　do　food。〃
  Trot　and　the　sailor…man　were　hungry　and　made　a　hearty
  meal；　for　not　since　they　had　left　home　had　they　tasted
  such　good　food。　It　was　surprising　that　Button…Bright
  could　eat　so　soon　after　his　feast　in　Jinxland；　but　the
  boy　always　ate　whenever　there　was　an　opportunity。　〃If　I
  don't　eat　now；〃　he　said；　〃the　next　time　I'm　hungry　I'll
  wish　I　had。〃
  〃Really；　Cap'n；〃　remarked　Trot；　when　she　found　a　dish
  of　ice…cream　appear　beside　her　plate；　〃I　b'lieve　this　is
  fairyland；　sure　enough。〃
  〃There's　no　doubt　of　it；　Trot；〃　he　answered　gravely
  〃I've　been　here　before；〃　said　Button…Bright；　〃so　I
  know。〃
  After　supper　they　discovered　three　tiny　bedrooms
  adjoining　the　big　living　room　of　the　house；　and　in　each
  room　was　a　comfortable　white　bed　with　downy　pillows。　You
  may　be　sure　that　the　tired　mortals　were　not　long　in
  bidding　the　Scarecrow　good　night　and　creeping　into　their
  beds；　where　they　slept　soundly　until　morning。
  For　the　first　time　since　they　set　eyes　on　the　terrible
  whirlpool；　Trot　and　Cap'n　Bill　were　free　from　anxiety　and
  care。　Button…Bright　never　worried　about　anything。　The
  Scarecrow；　not　being　able　to　sleep；　looked　out　of　the
  window　and　tried　to　count　the　stars。
  Chapter　Twenty…One
  Dorothy；　Betsy　and　Ozma
  I　suppose　many　of　my　readers　have　read　descriptions　of
  the　beautiful　and　magnificent　Emerald　City　of　Oz；　so　I
  need　not　describe　it　here；　except　to　state　that　never　has
  any　city　in　any　fairyland　ever　equalled　this　one　in
  stately　splendor。　It　lies　almost　exactly　in　the　center
  of　the　Land　of　Oz；　and　in　the　center　of　the　Emerald　City
  rises　the　wall　of　glistening　emeralds　that　surrounds　the
  palace　of　Ozma。　The　palace　is　almost　a　city　in　itself
  and　is　inhabited　by　many　of　the　Ruler's　especial　friends
  and　those　who　have　won　her　confidence　and　favor。　As　for
  Ozma　herself；　there　are　no　words　in　any　dictionary　I　can
  find　that　are　fitted　to　describe　this　young　girl's　beauty
  of　mind　and　person。　Merely　to　see　her　is　to　love　her　for
  her　charming　face　and　manners；　to　know　her　is　to　love
  her　for　her　tender　sympathy；　her　generous　nature；　her
  truth　and　honor。　Born　of　a　long　line　of　Fairy　Queens；
  Ozma　is　as　nearly　perfect　as　any　fairy　may　be；　and　she　is
  noted　for　her　wisdom　as　well　as　for　her　other　qualities。
  Her　happy　subjects　adore　their　girl　Ruler　and　each　one
  considers　her　a　comrade　and　protector。
  At　the　time　of　which　I　write；　Ozma's　best　friend　and
  most　constant　companion　was　a　little　Kansas　girl　named
  Dorothy；　a　mortal　who　had　come　to　the　Land　of　Oz　in　a
  very　curious　manner　and　had　been　offered　a　home　in　Ozma's
  palace。　Furthermore；　Dorothy　had　been　made　a　Princess　of
  Oz；　and　was　as　much　at　home　in　the　royal　palace　as　was
  the　gentle　Ruler。　She　knew　almost　every　part　of　the　great
  country　and　almost　all　of　its　numerous　inhabitants。　Next
  to　Ozma　she　was　loved　better　than　anyone　in　all　Oz；　for
  Dorothy　was　simple　and　sweet；　seldom　became　angry　and　had
  such　a　friendly；　chummy　way　that　she　made　friends
  where…ever　she　wandered。　It　was　she　who　first　brought　the
  Scarecrow　and　the　Tin　Woodman　and　the　Cowardly　Lion　to
  the　Emerald　City。　Dorothy　had　also　introduced　to　Ozma
  the　Shaggy　Man　and　the　Hungry　Tiger；　as　well　as　Billina
  the　Yellow　Hen；　Eureka　the　Pink　Kitten；　and　many　other
  delightful　characters　and　creatures。　Coming　as　she　did
  from　our　world；　Dorothy　was　much　like　many　other　girls　we
  know；　so　there　were　times　when　she　was　not　so　wise　as　she
  might　have　been；　and　other　times　when　she　was　obstinate
  and　got　herself　into　trouble。　But　life　in　a　fairy…land
  had　taught　the　little　girl　to　accept　all　sorts　of
  surprising　things　as　matters…of…course；　for　while　Dorothy
  was　no　fairy　　but　just　as　mortal　as　we　are　　she　had
  seen　more　wonders　than　most　mortals　ever　do。
  Another　little　girl　from　our　outside　world　also　lived
  in　Ozma's　palace。　This　was　Betsy　Bobbin；　whose　strange
  adventures　had　brought　her　to　the　Emerald　City；　where
  Ozma　had　cordially　welcomed　her。　Betsy　was　a　shy　little
  thing　and　could　never　get　used　to　the　marvels　that
  surrounded　her；　but　she　and　Dorothy　were　firm　friends　and
  thought　themselves　very　fortunate　in　being　together　in
  this　delightful　country。
  One　day　Dorothy　and　Betsy　were　visiting　Ozma　in　the
  girl　Ruler's　private　apartment；　and　among　the　things　that
  especially　interested　them　was　Ozma's　Magic　Picture；　set
  in　a　handsome　frame　and　hung　upon　the　wall　of　the　room。
  This　picture　was　a　magic　one　because　it　constantly
  changed　its　scenes　and　showed　events　and　adventures
  happening　in　all　parts　of　the　world。　Thus　it　was　really　a
  〃moving　picture〃　of　life；　and　if　the　one　who　stood　before
  it　wished　to　know　what　any　absent　person　was　doing；　the
  picture　instantly　showed　that　person；　with　his　or　her
  surroundings。
  The　two　girls　were　not　wishing　to　see　anyone　in
  particular；　on　this　occasion；　but　merely　enjoyed　watching
  the　shifting　scenes；　some　of　which　were　exceedingly
  curious　and　remarkable。　Suddenly　Dorothy　exclaimed：　〃Why；
  there's　Button…Bright！〃　and　this　drew　Ozma　also　to　look
  at　the　picture；　for　she　and　Dorothy　knew　the　boy　well。
  〃Who　is　Button…Bright？〃　asked　Betsy；　who　had　never　met
  him。
  〃Why；　he's　the　little　boy　who　is　just　getting　off　the
  back　of　that　strange　flying　creature；〃　exclaimed　Dorothy。
  Then　she　turned　to　Ozma　and　asked：　〃What　is　that　thing；
  Ozma？　A　bird？　I've　never　seen　anything　like　it　before。〃
  〃It　is　an　Ork；〃　answered　Ozma；　for　they　were　watching
  the　scene　where　the　Ork　and　the　three　big　birds　were
  first　landing　their　passengers　in　Jinxland　after　the　long
  flight　across　the　desert。　〃I　wonder；〃　added　the　girl
  Ruler；　musingly；　〃why　those　strangers　dare　venture　into
  that　unfortunate　country；　which　is　ruled　by　a　wicked
  King。〃
  〃That　girl；　and　the　one…legged　man；　seem　to　be　mortals
  from　the　outside　world；〃　said　Dorothy
  〃The　man　isn't　one…legged；〃　corrected　Betsy；　〃he　has
  one　wooden　leg。〃
  〃It's　almost　as　bad；〃　declared　Dorothy；　watching　Cap'n
  Bill　stump　around。
  〃They　are　three　mortal　adventurers；〃　said　Ozma；　〃and
  they　seem　worthy　and　honest。　But　I　fear　they　will　be
  treated　badly　in　Jinxland；　and　if　they　meet　with　any
  misfortune　there　it　will　reflect　upon　me；　for　Jinxland　is
  a　part　of　my　dominions。〃
  〃Can't　we　help　them　in　any　way？〃　inquired　Dorothy。
  〃That　seems　like　a　nice　little　girl。　I'd　be　sorry　if
  anything　happened　to　her。〃
  〃Let　us　watch　the　picture　for　awhile；〃　suggested　Ozma；
  and　so　they　all　drew　chairs　before　the　Magic　Picture　and
  followed　the　adventures　of　Trot　and　Cap'n　Bill　and
  Button…Bright。　Presently　the　scene　shifted　and　showed
  their　friend　the　Scarecrow　crossing　the　mountains　into
  Jinxland；　and　that　somewhat　relieved　Ozma's　anxiety；　for
  she　knew　at　once　that　Glinda　the　Good　had　sent　the
  Scarecrow　to　protect　the　strangers。
  The　adventures　in　Jinxland　proved　very　interesting　to
  the　three　girls　in　Ozma's　palace；　who　during　the
  succeeding　days　spent　much　of　their　time　in　watching　the
  picture。　It　was　like　a　story　to　them。
  〃That　girl's　a　reg'lar　trump！〃　exclaimed　Dorothy；
  referring　to　Trot；　and　Ozma　answered：
  〃She's　a　dear　little　thing；　and　I'm　sure　nothing　very
  bad　will　happen　to　her。　The　old　sailor　is　a　fine
  character；　too；　for　he　h