ut the Pokes and Fix City, and the Scarecrow told once again of
his victory over the king of the Golden Islands.

"Where is the magic fan now?" asked Dorothy at the end of the story.

The Scarecrow smiled broadly, and feeling in a deep pocket brought
out the little fan and also the parasol he had plucked from the
beanstalk. "Do you know," he said smiling, "so much has happened I
haven't thought of them since the battle. I was saving them for you,
Dorothy."

"For me!" exclaimed the little girl in delight. "Let me see them!"
The Scarecrow handed them over obligingly, but Happy Toko trembled so
violently that he rolled down the steps of the throne.

"I beg of you!" He scrambled to his feet and held up his hands in
terror. "I beg of you, don't open that fan!"

"She's used to magic, Tappy. You needn't worry," said the Scarecrow
easily.

"Of course I am," said Dorothy with great dignity. "But this'll be
mighty useful if anyone tries to conquer Oz again. We can just fan
'em away."

Dorothy pulled a hair from the Cowardly Lion's mane, and winding it
around the little fan, put it carefully in the pocket of her dress.
The parasol she hung by its ribbon to her arm.

"Perhaps Ozma will look in the Magic Picture and wish us all back
again," said the little girl after they had sat for a time in
silence.

"I doubt it." The Dromedary stirred and mumbled in its sleep.

"Singular beast, that!" ejaculated the Knight. "Doubting never gets
one anywhere."

"Hush!" warned the Scarecrow. "I hear footsteps!"

"Come here." Sir Hokus called hoarsely to the camel, who was eating a
paper lantern at the other end of the room. The beast ran awkwardly
over to the throne, and swallowing the lantern with a convulsive
gulp, settled down beside the dromedary.

"Whatever happens, we must stick together," said the Knight
emphatically. "Ah--!"

Dorothy held fast to the Scarecrow with one hand and to the throne
with the other. The sun had risen at last. There was a loud crash of
drums and trumpets, a rush of feet, and into the hall marched the
most splendid company Dorothy had seen in her whole life of
adventures.

CHAPTER 20

DOROTHY UPSETS THE CEREMONY OF THE ISLAND

"A caravan!" whistled the Comfortable Camel, lurching to his feet.
"How nice!"

"I doubt that!" The dromedary's eyes flew open, and he stared
sleepily at the magnificent procession of Silver Islanders.

First came the musicians, playing their shining silver trumpe