The royal historians of Oz, who are fine writers and know any number of
big words, have often tried to describe the rare beauty of Ozma and
failed because the words were not good enough. So of course I can not
hope to tell you how great was the charm of this little Princess, or how
her loveliness put to shame all the sparkling jewels and magnificent
luxury that surrounded her in this her royal palace. Whatever else was
beautiful or dainty or delightful of itself faded to dullness when
contrasted with Ozma's bewitching face, and it has often been said by
those who know that no other ruler in all the world can ever hope to
equal the gracious charm of her manner.

Everything about Ozma attracted one, and she inspired love and the
sweetest affection rather than awe or ordinary admiration. Dorothy threw
her arms around her little friend and hugged and kissed her rapturously,
and Toto barked joyfully and Button-Bright smiled a happy smile and
consented to sit on the soft cushions close beside the Princess.

"Why didn't you send me word you were going to have a birthday party?"
asked the little Kansas girl, when the first greetings were over.

"Didn't I?" asked Ozma, her pretty eyes dancing with merriment.

"Did you?" replied Dorothy, trying to think.

"Who do you imagine, dear, mixed up those roads, so as to start you
wandering in the direction of Oz?" inquired the Princess.

"Oh! I never 'spected _you_ of that," cried Dorothy.

"I've watched you in my Magic Picture all the way here," declared Ozma,
"and twice I thought I should have to use the Magic Belt to save you and
transport you to the Emerald City. Once was when the Scoodlers caught
you, and again when you reached the Deadly Desert. But the shaggy man
was able to help you out both times, so I did not interfere."

"Do you know who Button-Bright is?" asked Dorothy.

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"No; I never saw him until you found him in the road, and then only in
my Magic Picture."

"And did you send Polly to us?"

"No, dear; the Rainbow's Daughter slid from her father's pretty arch
just in time to meet you."

"Well," said Dorothy, "I've promised King Dox of Foxville and King
Kik-a-bray of Dunkiton that I'd ask you to invite them to your party."

"I have already done that," returned Ozma, "because I thought it would
please you to favor them."

"Did you 'vite the Musicker?" asked Button-Bright.

"No; because he would be too noisy, and might interfere with the