other fowl, such as peacocks, pheasants, turkeys,
prairie-chickens, ducks, and geese. Over each doorway was carved a
head representing the fox who lived in that house, this effect being
quite pretty and unusual.

As our friends marched along, some of the foxes came out on the porches
and balconies to get a view of the strangers. These foxes were all
handsomely dressed, the girl-foxes and women-foxes wearing gowns of
feathers woven together effectively and colored in bright hues which
Dorothy thought were quite artistic and decidedly attractive.

Button-Bright stared until his eyes were big and round, and he would
have stumbled and fallen more than once had not the shaggy man grasped
his hand tightly. They were all interested, and Toto was so excited he
wanted to bark every minute and to chase and fight every fox he caught
sight of; but Dorothy held his little wiggling body fast in her arms
and commanded him to be good and behave himself. So he finally quieted
down, like a wise doggy, deciding there were too many foxes in Foxville
to fight at one time.

By-and-by they came to a big square, and in the center of the square
stood the royal palace. Dorothy knew it at once because it had over
its great door the carved head of a fox just like the one she had seen
on the arch, and this fox was the only one who wore a golden crown.

There were many fox-soldiers guarding the door, but they bowed to the
captain and admitted him without question. The captain led them
through many rooms, where richly dressed foxes were sitting on
beautiful chairs or sipping tea, which was being passed around by
fox-servants in white aprons. They came to a big doorway covered with
heavy curtains of cloth of gold.

Beside this doorway stood a huge drum. The fox-captain went to this
drum and knocked his knees against it--first one knee and then the
other--so that the drum said: "Boom-boom."

"You must all do exactly what I do," ordered the captain; so the shaggy
man pounded the drum with his knees, and so did Dorothy and so did
Button-Bright. The boy wanted to keep on pounding it with his little
fat knees, because he liked the sound of it; but the captain stopped
him. Toto couldn't pound the drum with his knees and he didn't know
enough to wag his tail against it, so Dorothy pounded the drum for him
and that made him bark, and when the little dog barked the fox-captain
scowled.

The golden curtains drew back far enough to make an ope