The Grand Procession
The next day there was a grand procession through the streets of
the Emerald City, in honor of the long lost King of Oz. The Elegant
Elephant led off, the King and Humpy--dressed exactly alike--riding
proudly on his back. Next rode Ozma upon the famous Saw Horse; then
came the Cowardly Lion, carrying Dorothy and Snip; then the Hungry
Tiger with Betsy and Trot.
Pajuka, astride the Comfortable Camel, was a sight worth seeing, for
the huge Prime Minister was splendidly costumed. Besides this, he had
a pipe in each hand, taking first a puff from one and then a puff from
the other, so that he was almost hidden in clouds of smoke. Sir Hokus,
upon the Doubtful Dromedary, bowed politely to his many friends and
acquaintances. Scraps and the Scarecrow followed the Knight and after
them marched Tik Tok, the Soldier with the Green Whiskers and all the
other famous folk from the palace, down to the smallest page. Slowly
and majestically they circled the city, returning tired out, but well
satisfied, to the cool and fragrant gardens of the palace.
"Now," sighed Ozma, sliding down from the Saw Horse, "there is nothing
left to do but punish Mombi. What shall we do with Mombi?"
"Turn her to a cooky, and then I can eat her up without my conscience
troubling me," purred the Hungry Tiger, thumping his tail lazily up and
down in the grass.
"She'd make an awfully stale cooky," sniffed Scraps, swinging herself
expertly up into a tree. "Turn her into a rock and throw her away."
"Why not put her out like I did the other witches?" asked Dorothy,
fanning herself with her best crown, which she had worn in honor of the
occasion. "Water will finish her once and forever!"
"I believe I will," mused Ozma. "That is, if father thinks it is all
right?" The King, with a huge pair of gold specs on his nose, was
busily measuring Snip for a suit, and nodded absently at his royal
daughter. "Anything you say, my dear," said the royal tailor, writing
down the measurements in a little book.
So off ran Sir Hokus and the Scarecrow to carry out the sentence,
returning in a few minutes with Mombi's buckled shoes, all that
remained of the old Gilliken Witch and her temper. She had been washed
out with water, and would never bother anyone in Oz again.
Just as the royal party was trooping into the palace for lunch, a page
rushed out to announce a visitor. It was General Whiffenpuff and a
loud noise whom he introduced as the Invisible Cook. Travelling night
and day, and searching everywhere for Mombi and Snip, he had finally
reached the Emerald City and found the famous cook recommended by the
Town Laugher of Kimbaloo. His delight at seeing the little button
boy safe and sound was only exceeded by his astonishment at Snip's
marvelous adventures, but as the cook, for all her invisibility, had a
bad habit of treading on the general's toes, he was anxious to return
to Kimbaloo and turn her over to Kinda Jolly.
"I'll take you back," volunteered Kabumpo carelessly. "It's on my way
home anyhow." The Elegant Elephant was also anxious to be off and
acquaint the court of Pumperdink with the important events that had
transpired. He wished to display the emerald head-piece Ozma had given
him, and dazzle the courtiers with the silver robe bestowed upon him by
the kingly tailor of Oz. So after a quick luncheon, a quick exchange of
good-byes and good wishes, the pompous old elephant took his departure,
carrying on his back brave General Whiffenpuff, the Invisible Cook and
the gallant little button boy of Kimbaloo.
"Hurry back!" called the King, waving his silver shears anxiously at
Snip. "I need you!"
"Hurry back," called Pajuka, blinking his eyes to keep from crying,
"I'll miss you!"
"I will!" promised Snip, nearly crying himself. "I will!" The last
thing the little button boy saw was the Prime Minister diving fully
dressed into the pond. Pajuka had again forgotten he was no longer a
goose.
* * * * *
If you could peek into the Emerald City this very minute you would see
that a splendid tailoring shop has been set up next to the palace--a
splendid shop, where the retired King and Snip work happily for part of
the day and hold court for the rest. And wherever you find the royal
tailor you'll be pretty sure to see his cheerful double.