around nervously.
His long, care-free life in Oz had somewhat unfitted him, he
reflected, for family life.

"Alas!" sighed the Grand Chew Chew, wiping his eyes on the sleeve of
his kimono, "She has returned to her silver ancestors."

"Then show me her picture," commanded the Scarecrow, visibly
affected. The Grand Chew Chew stepped to a side wall, and pulling on
a silken cord, disclosed the picture of a large, gray lady with
curiously small eyes and a curiously large nose.

"Is she not beautiful?" asked the Grand Chew Chew, bowing his head.

"Beautiful--er--er, beautiful!" gulped the Scarecrow. He thought of
lovely little Ozma and dear little Dorothy, and all at once felt
terribly upset and homesick. He had no recollection of the Silver
Island or his life here whatever. Who was he, anyway--the Scarecrow
of Oz or Emperor Chang Wang Woe? He couldn't be both.

"Ah!" whispered the Grand Chew Chew, seeing his agitation. "You
remember her?" The Scarecrow shook his head, with an inward shudder.

"Now show me myself, Chew," he asked curiously. Pulling the cord of a
portrait beside the Empress, Chew Chew revealed the picture of Chang
Wang Woe as he had been fifty years ago. His face was bland and
jolly, and to be perfectly truthful, quite like the Scarecrow's in
shape and expression. "I am beside myself," murmured the Scarecrow
dazedly--which in truth he was.

"You were--er--are a very royal and handsome person," stammered the
Grand Chew Chew.

The Scarecrow, stepping off the throne to examine himself more
closely, dropped the little fan and parasol. He had really not had
time to examine them since they snapped off the beanstalk, and now,
looking at them carefully, he found them extremely pretty.

"Dorothy will like these," thought the Scarecrow, slipping them into
a large inside pocket of his robe. Already, in the back of his head,
was a queer notion that he would at some time or other return to Oz.
He started to give the Grand Chew Chew a spirited description of that
wonderful country, but the ancient gentleman yawned and, waving his
hands toward the door, interrupted him with:

"Would not your Supreme Highness care to inspect your present
dominions?"

"I suppose I may as well!" With a deep sigh, the Scarecrow took the
Grand Chew Chew's arm and, holding up his royal kimono (which was
rather long) with the other hand, walked unsteadily down the great
salon. They were about to pass into the garden when a little fat