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The Road to Oz

20. Princess Ozma Of Oz
The royal historians of Oz, who are fine writers and know any number of big words, have
often tried to describe the rare beauty of Ozma and failed because the words were not
good enough. So of course I cannot hope to tell you how great was the charm of this little
Princess, or how her loveliness put to shame all the sparkling jewels and magnificent
luxury that surrounded her in this her royal palace. Whatever else was beautiful or dainty
or delightful of itself faded to dullness when contrasted with Ozma's bewitching face, and
it has often been said by those who know that no other ruler in all the world can ever
hope to equal the gracious charm of her manner.
Everything about Ozma attracted one, and she inspired love and the sweetest affection
rather than awe or ordinary admiration. Dorothy threw her arms around her little friend
and hugged and kissed her rapturously, and Toto barked joyfully and Button-Bright
smiled a happy smile and consented to sit on the soft cushions close beside the Princess.
"Why didn't you send me word you were going to have a birthday party?" asked the little
Kansas girl, when the first greetings were over.
"Didn't I?" asked Ozma, her pretty eyes dancing with merriment.
"Did you?" replied Dorothy, trying to think.
"Who do you imagine, dear, mixed up those roads, so as to start you wandering in the
direction of Oz?" inquired the Princess.
"Oh! I never 'spected YOU of that," cried Dorothy.
"I've watched you in my Magic Picture all the way here," declared Ozma, "and twice I
thought I should have to use the Magic Belt to save you and transport you to the Emerald
City. Once was when the Scoodlers caught you, and again when you reached the Deadly
Desert. But the shaggy man was able to help you out both times, so I did not interfere."
"Do you know who Button-Bright is?" asked Dorothy.
"No; I never saw him until you found him in the road, and then only in my Magic
Picture."
"And did you send Polly to us?"
"No, dear; the Rainbow's Daughter slid from her father's pretty arch just in time to meet
you."
"Well," said Dorothy, "I've promised King Dox of Foxville and King Kik-a-bray of
Dunkiton that I'd ask you to invite them to your party."
 
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