said modestly, "that
anyone who has studied his Geozify already knows who we are and--"

"Who you are?" broke in the Wogglebug scornfully--"Of course they
do--but _I_ shall tell them who you _were!"_

"Who I were?" gasped the Scarecrow in a dazed voice, raising his
cotton glove to his forehead. "Who I were? Well, who were I?"

"That's just the point," said Professor Wogglebug. "Who were you? Who
were your ancestors? Where is your family? Where is your family tree?
From what did you descend?"

At each question, the Scarecrow looked more embarrassed. He repeated
the last one several times.

"From what did I descend? From what did I descend? Why, from a bean
pole!" he cried.

This was perfectly true, for Dorothy, a little girl blown by a Kansas
cyclone to the Kingdom of Oz, had discovered the Scarecrow in a
farmer's cornfield and had lifted him down from his pole. Together
they had made the journey to the Emerald City, where the Wizard of Oz
had fitted him out with a fine set of brains. At one time, he had
ruled Oz and was generally considered its cleverest citizen.

Before he could reply further, the Patchwork Girl, who was simply
irrepressible, burst out:

"An ex-straw-ordinary man is he!
A bean pole for his family tree,
A Cornishman, upon my soul,
Descended from a tall, thin Pole!"

"Nonsense!" said Professor Wogglebug sharply, "Being stuffed with
straw may make him extraordinary, but it is quite plain that the
Scarecrow was nobody before he was himself. He has no ancestors, no
family; only a bean pole for a family tree, and is therefore entitled
to the merest mention in the Royal Book of Oz!"

"How about my brains?" asked the Scarecrow in a hurt voice. "Aren't
they enough?"

"Brains have simply nothing to do with royalty!" Professor Wogglebug
waved his fountain pen firmly. "Now--"

"But see here, wasn't I ruler of Oz?" put in the Scarecrow anxiously.

"A Ruler but _never_ a royalty!" snapped out the Professor. "Now, if
you will all answer my questions as I call your names, I'll get the
necessary data and be off."

He took out a small memorandum book.

"Your Highness," he bowed to Ozma, "need not bother. I have already
entered your name at the head of the list. Being descended as you are
from a long line of fairies, your family tree is the oldest and most
illustrious in Oz."

"Princess Dorothy!"

At the sound of her name, the little girl stood up.

"I know you are from