Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz
18. The Trial of Eureka the Kitten
Several days of festivity and merry-making followed, for such old friends did not often
meet and there was much to be told and talked over between them, and many
amusements to be enjoyed in this delightful country.
Ozma was happy to have Dorothy beside her, for girls of her own age with whom it was
proper for the Princess to associate were very few, and often the youthful Ruler of Oz
was lonely for lack of companionship.
It was the third morning after Dorothy's arrival, and she was sitting with Ozma and their
friends in a reception room, talking over old times, when the Princess said to her maid:
"Please go to my boudoir, Jellia, and get the white piglet I left on the dressing-table. I
want to play with it."
Jellia at once departed on the errand, and she was gone so long that they had almost
forgotten her mission when the green robed maiden returned with a troubled face.
"The piglet is not there, your Highness," said she.
"Not there!" exclaimed Ozma. "Are you sure?"
"I have hunted in every part of the room," the maid replied.
"Was not the door closed?" asked the Princess.
"Yes, your Highness; I am sure it was; for when I opened it Dorothy's white kitten crept
out and ran up the stairs."
Hearing this, Dorothy and the Wizard exchanged startled glances, for they remembered
how often Eureka had longed to eat a piglet. The little girl jumped up at once.
"Come, Ozma," she said, anxiously; "let us go ourselves to search for the piglet."
So the two went to the dressing-room of the Princess and searched carefully in every
corner and among the vases and baskets and ornaments that stood about the pretty
boudoir. But not a trace could they find of the tiny creature they sought.
Dorothy was nearly weeping, by this time, while Ozma was angry and indignant. When
they returned to the others the Princess said:
"There is little doubt that my pretty piglet has been eaten by that horrid kitten, and if that
is true the offender must be punished."
"I don't b'lieve Eureka would do such a dreadful thing!" cried Dorothy, much distressed.
"Go and get my kitten, please, Jellia, and we'll hear what she has to say about it."
The green maiden hastened away, but presently returned and said: