her own country. And she can wish me transported to Uncle Henry without losing the belt.”
“That is a wise plan,” replied Glinda.
So they rode back to the Emerald City, and on the way it was arranged that every Saturday morning Ozma would look at Dorothy in her magic picture, wherever the little girl might chance to be. And, if she saw Dorothy make a certain signal, then Ozma would know that the little Kansas girl wanted to revisit the Land of Oz, and by means of the Nome King’s magic belt would wish that she might instantly return.
This having been agreed upon, Dorothy bade good-bye to all her friends. Tiktok wanted to go to Australia; too, but Dorothy knew that the machine man would never do for a servant in a civilized country, and the chances were that his machinery wouldn’t work at all. So she left him in Ozma’s care.
Billina, on the contrary, preferred the Land of Oz to any other country, and refused to accompany Dorothy.
“The bugs and ants that I find here are the finest flavored in the world,” declared the yellow hen, “and there are plenty of them. So here I shall end my days; and I must say, Dorothy, my dear, that you are very foolish to go back into that stupid, humdrum world again.”
“Uncle Henry needs me,” said Dorothy, simply; and every one except Billina thought it was right that she should go.
All Dorothy’s friends of the Land of Oz — both old and new — gathered in a group in front of the palace to bid her a sorrowful good-bye and to wish her long life and happiness. After much hand shaking, Dorothy kissed Ozma once more, and then handed her the Nome King’s magic belt, saying:
“Now, dear Princess, when I wave my handkerchief, please wish me with Uncle Henry. I’m aw’fly sorry to leave you — and the Scarecrow — and the Tin Woodman — and the Cowardly Lion — and Tiktok — and — and everybody — but I do want my Uncle Henry! So good-bye, all of you.”
Then the little girl stood on one of the big emeralds which decorated the courtyard, and after looking once again at each of her friends, waved her handkerchief.
“No,” said Dorothy, “I wasn’t drowned at all. And I’ve come to nurse you and take care of you, Uncle Henry, and you must promise to get well as soon as poss’ble.”
Uncle Henry smiled and cuddled his little niece close in his lap.
“I’m better already, my darling,” said he.
