were
safely put away by Jellia Jamb with the other magic treasures of Oz.

Next, because they were all curious to see the Scarecrow's wonderful
Kingdom, they hurried upstairs to look in the Magic Picture.

"Show us the Emperor of Silver Island," commanded Ozma. Immediately
the beautiful silver throne room appeared. Happy Toko had removed his
imperial hat and was standing on his head to the great delight of the
whole court, and a host of little Silver Islander boys were peeking
in at the windows.

"Now doesn't that look cheerful?" asked the Scarecrow delightedly. "I
knew he'd make a good Emperor."

"I wish we would hear what he's saying," said Dorothy. "Oh, do look
at Chew Chew!" The Grand Chew Chew was standing beside the throne
scowling horribly.

"I think I can arrange for you to hear," muttered the Wizard of Oz,
and taking a queer magic instrument from his pocket, he whispered
"Aohbeeobbuy."

Instantly they heard the jolly voice of Happy Toko singing:

Oh shine his shoes of silver,
And brush his silver queue,
For I am but an Emperor
And he's the Grand Chew Chew!

Ozma laughed heartily as the picture faded away, and so did the
others. Indeed, there was so much to ask and wonder about that it
seemed as if they never would finish talking.

"Let's have a party--an old-fashioned Oz party," proposed Ozma when
the excitement had calmed down a bit. And an old-fashioned party it
was, with places for everybody and a special table for the Cowardly
Lion, the Hungry Tiger, Toto, the Glass Cat, the Comfortable Camel,
the Doubtful Dromedary and all the other dear creatures of that
amazing Kingdom.

Sir Hokus insisted upon stirring up a huge pasty for the occasion,
and there were songs, speeches and cheers for everyone, not
forgetting the Doubtful Dromedary.

At the cheering he rose with an embarrassed jerk of his long neck.
"In my left-hand saddle-sack," he said gruffly, "there is a quantity
of silken shawls and jewels. I doubt whether they are good enough,
but I would like Dorothy and Queen Ozma to have them."

"Hear! Hear!" cried the Scarecrow, pounding on the table with his
knife. Then everything grew quiet as Ozma told how she, with the help
of Glinda, the Good Sorceress, had stopped the war between the
Horners and Hoppers.

When she had finished, Sir Hokus sprang up impulsively. "I prithee,
lovely Lady, never trouble your royal head about wars again. From now
on, I will do battle for