'But you Whimsies love to fight, and here is a splendid chance to do so,' urged Guph.
'Wait till I sing a song,' said the Chief. Then he lay back in his chair and sang a foolish song that did not seem to the General to mean anything, although he listened carefully. When he had finished, the Chief Whimsie looked at him through the holes in his chin and asked:
'What reward will you give us if we help you?'
The General was prepared for this question, for he had been thinking the matter over on his journey. People often do a good deed without hope of reward, but for an evil deed they always demand payment.
'When we get our Magic Belt,' he made reply, 'our King, Roquat the Red, will use its power to give every Whimsie a natural head as big and fine as the false head he now wears. Then you will no longer be ashamed because your big strong bodies have such teenty-weenty heads.'
'Oh! Will you do that?' asked the Chief, eagerly.
'We surely will,' promised the General.
'I'll talk to my people,' said the Chief.
So he called a meeting of all the Whimsies and told them of the offer made by the Nomes. The creatures were delighted with the bargain, and at once agreed to fight for the Nome King and help him to conquer Oz.
One Whimsie alone seemed to have a glimmer of sense, for he asked:
'Suppose we fail to capture the Magic Belt? What will happen then, and what good will all our fighting do?'
But they threw him into the river for asking foolish questions, and laughed when the water ruined his pasteboard head before he could swim out again.
So the compact was made and General Guph was delighted with his success in gaining such powerful allies.
But there were other people, too, just as important as the Whimsies, whom the clever old Nome had determined to win to his side.
7. How Aunt Em Conquered the Lion
'These are your rooms,' said Dorothy, opening a door.
Aunt Em drew back at the sight of the splendid furniture and draperies.
'Ain't there any place to wipe my feet?' she asked.
'You will soon change your slippers for new shoes,' replied Dorothy. 'Don't be afraid, Aunt Em. Here is where you are to live, so walk right in and make yourself at home.'
Aunt Em advanced hesitatingly.
'It beats the Topeka Hotel!' she cried admiringly. 'But this place is too grand for us, child. Can't we have some back room in the attic, that's more in our class?'
'No,' said Dorothy. 'You've got to live here, 'cause Ozma says so. And all the rooms in this palace are just as fine as these, and some are better. It won't do any good to fuss, Aunt Em. You've got to be swell and high-toned in the Land of Oz, whether you want to or not; so you may as well make up your mind to it.'
'It's hard luck,' replied her aunt, looking around with an awed expression; 'but folks can get used to anything, if they try. Eh, Henry?'
'Why, as to that,' said Uncle Henry, slowly, 'I b'lieve in takin' what's pervided us, an' askin' no questions. I've traveled some, Em, in my time, and you hain't; an' that makes a difference atween us.'
Then Dorothy showed them through the rooms. The first was a handsome sitting-room, with windows opening upon the rose gardens. Then came separate bedrooms for Aunt Em and Uncle Henry, with a fine bathroom between them. Aunt Em had a pretty dressing room, besides, and Dorothy opened the closets and showed several exquisite costumes that had been provided for her aunt by the royal dressmakers, who had worked all night to get them ready. Everything that Aunt Em could possibly need was in the drawers and closets, and her dressing-table was covered with engraved gold toilet articles.
Uncle Henry had nine suits of clothes, cut in the popular Munchkin fashion, with knee-breeches, silk stockings, and low shoes with jeweled buckles. The hats to match these costumes had pointed tops and wide brims with small gold bells around the edges. His shirts were of fine linen with frilled bosoms, and his vests were richly embroidered with colored silks.
Uncle Henry decided that he would first take a bath and then dress himself in a blue satin suit that had caught his fancy. He accepted his good fortune with calm composure and refused to have a servant to assist him. But Aunt Em was 'all of a flutter,' as she said, and it took Dorothy and Jellia Jamb, the housekeeper, and two maids a long time to dress her and do up her hair and get her 'rigged like a popinjay,' as she quaintly expressed it. She wanted to stop and admire everything that caught her eye, and she sighed continually and declared that such finery was too good for an old country woman, and that she never thought she would have to 'put on airs' at her time of life.
Finally she was dressed, and when she went into the sitting-room there was Uncle Henry in his blue satin, walking gravely up and down the room. He had trimmed his beard and mustache and looked very dignified and respectable.
'Tell me, Dorothy,' he said; 'do all the men here wear duds like these?'
'Yes,' she replied; 'all 'cept the Scarecrow and the Shaggy Man — and of course the Tin Woodman and Tiktok, who are made of metal. You'll find all the men at Ozma's court dressed just as you are — only perhaps a little finer.'
'Henry, you look like a play-actor,' announced Aunt Em, looking at her husband critically.
'An' you, Em, look more highfalutin' than a peacock,' he replied.
'I guess you're right,' she said regretfully; 'but we're helpless victims of high-toned royalty.'
Dorothy was much amused.
'Come with me,' she said, 'and I'll show you 'round the palace.'
She took them through the beautiful rooms and introduced them to all the people they chanced to meet. Also she showed them her own pretty rooms, which were not far from their own.
'So it's all true,' said Aunt Em, wide-eyed with amazement, 'and what Dorothy told us of this fairy country was plain facts instead of dreams! But where are all the strange creatures you used to know here?'
'Yes, where's the Scarecrow?' inquired Uncle Henry.
'Why, he's just now away on a visit to the Tin Woodman, who is Emp'ror of the Winkie Country,' answered the little girl. 'You'll see him when he comes back, and you're sure to like him.'
'And where's the Wonderful Wizard?' asked Aunt Em.
'You'll see him at Ozma's luncheon, for he lives here in this palace,' was the reply.
'And Jack Pumpkinhead?'
'Oh, he lives a little way out of town, in his own pumpkin field. We'll go there some time and see him, and we'll call on Professor Wogglebug, too. The Shaggy Man will be at the luncheon, I guess, and Tiktok. And now I'll take you out to see Billina, who has a house of her own.'
So they went into the back yard, and after walking along winding paths some distance through the beautiful gardens they came to an attractive little house where the Yellow Hen sat on the front porch sunning herself.
'Good morning, my dear Mistress,' called Billina, fluttering down to meet them. 'I was expecting you to call, for I heard you had come back and brought your uncle and aunt with you.'
'We're here for good and all, this time, Billina,' cried Dorothy, joyfully. 'Uncle Henry and Aunt Em belong to Oz now as much as I do!'
'Then they are very lucky people,' declared Billina; 'for there couldn't be a nicer place to live. But come, my dear; I must show you all my Dorothys. Nine are living and have grown up to be very respectable hens; but one took cold at Ozma's birthday party and died of the pip, and the other two turned out to be horrid roosters, so I had to change their names from Dorothy to Daniel. They all had the letter 'D' engraved upon their gold lockets, you remember, with your picture inside, and 'D' stands for Daniel as well as for Dorothy.'
'Did you call both the roosters Daniel?' asked Uncle Henry.
'Yes, indeed. I've nine Dorothys and two Daniels; and the nine Dorothys have eighty-six sons and
