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The Lost Princess of Oz

The High Coco-Lorum Of Thi
And now the Patchwork Girl came dancing out of the wall again. "Come on!" she called.
"It isn't there.
There isn't any wall at all."
"What? No wall?" exclaimed the Wizard.
"Nothing like it," said Scraps. "It's a make-believe. You see it, but it isn't. Come on into
the city; we've been wasting our time." With this, she danced into the wall again and once
more disappeared. Button-Bright, who was rather venture-some, dashed away after her
and also became invisible to them. The others followed more cautiously, stretching out
their hands to feel the wall and finding, to their astonishment, that they could feel nothing
because nothing opposed them. They walked on a few steps and found themselves in the
streets of a very beautiful city. Behind them they again saw the wall, grim and forbidding
as ever, but now they knew it was merely an illusion prepared to keep strangers from
entering the city.
But the wall was soon forgotten, for in front of them were a number of quaint people who
stared at them in amazement as if wondering where they had come from. Our friends
forgot their good manners for a time and returned the stares with interest, for so
remarkable a people had never before been discovered in all the remarkable Land of Oz.
Their heads were shaped like diamonds, and their bodies like hearts. All the hair they had
was a little bunch at the tip top of their diamond-shaped heads, and their eyes were very
large and round, and their noses and mouths very small. Their clothing was tight fitting
and of brilliant colors, being handsomely embroidered in quaint designs with gold or
silver threads; but on their feet they wore sandals with no stockings whatever. The
expression of their faces was pleasant enough, although they now showed surprise at the
appearance of strangers so unlike themselves, and our friends thought they seemed quite
harmless.
"I beg your pardon," said the Wizard, speaking for his party, "for intruding upon you
uninvited, but we are traveling on important business and find it necessary to visit your
city. Will you kindly tell us by what name your city is called?"
They looked at one another uncertainly, each expecting some other to answer. Finally, a
short one whose heart-shaped body was very broad replied, "We have no occasion to call
our city anything. It is where we live, that is all."
"But by what name do others call your city?"asked the Wizard.
"We know of no others except yourselves," said the man. And then he inquired, "Were
you born with those queer forms you have, or has some cruel magician transformed you
to them from your natural shapes?"
 
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