The Lost Princess of Oz
It seems a long time since we have heard anything of the Frogman and Cayke the Cookie
Cook, who had left the Yip Country in search of the diamond-studded dishpan which had
been mysteriously stolen the same night that Ozma had disappeared from the Emerald
City. But you must remember that while the Frogman and the Cookie Cook were
preparing to descend from their mountaintop, and even while on their way to the
farmhouse of Wiljon the Winkie, Dorothy and the Wizard and their friends were
encountering the adventures we have just related.
So it was that on the very morning when the travelers from the Emerald City bade
farewell to the Czarover of the City of Herku, Cayke and the Frogman awoke in a grove
in which they had passed the night sleeping on beds of leaves. There were plenty of
farmhouses in the neighborhood, but no one seemed to welcome the puffy, haughty
Frogman or the little dried-up Cookie Cook, and so they slept comfortably enough
underneath the trees of the grove. The Frogman wakened first on this morning, and after
going to the tree where Cayke slept and finding her still wrapped in slumber, he decided
to take a little walk and seek some breakfast. Coming to the edge of the grove, he
observed half a mile away a pretty yellow house that was surrounded by a yellow picket
fence, so he walked toward this house and on entering the yard found a Winkie woman
picking up sticks with which to build a fire to cook her morning meal.
"For goodness sake!" she exclaimed on seeing the Frogman. "What are you doing out of
"I am traveling in search of a jeweled gold dishpan, my good woman," he replied with an
air of great dignity.
"You won't find it here, then," said she."Our dishpans are tin, and they're good enough for
anybody. So go back to your pond and leave me alone." She spoke rather crossly and
with a lack of respect that greatly annoyed the Frogman.
"Allow me to tell you, madam," said he, "that although I am a frog, I am the Greatest and
Wisest Frog in all the world. I may add that I possess much more wisdom than any
Winkie--man or woman--in this land. Wherever I go, people fall on their knees before me
and render homage to the Great Frogman! No one else knows so much as I; no one else is
so grand, so magnificent!"
"If you know so much," she retorted, "why don't you know where your dishpan is instead
of chasing around the country after it?"
"Presently," he answered, "I am going where it is, but just now I am traveling and have
had no breakfast. Therefore I honor you by asking you for something to eat."
"Oho! The Great Frogman is hungry as any tramp, is he? Then pick up these sticks and
help me to build the fire," said the woman contemptuously.