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The Road to Oz

21. Dorothy Receives the Guests
Next morning Dorothy's breakfast was served in her own pretty sitting room, and she sent
to invite Polly and the shaggy man to join her and Button-Bright at the meal. They came
gladly, and Toto also had breakfast with them, so that the little party that had traveled
together to Oz was once more reunited.
No sooner had they finished eating than they heard the distant blast of many trumpets,
and the sound of a brass band playing martial music; so they all went out upon the
balcony. This was at the front of the palace and overlooked the streets of the City, being
higher than the wall that shut in the palace grounds. They saw approaching down the
street a band of musicians, playing as hard and loud as they could, while the people of the
Emerald City crowded the sidewalks and cheered so lustily that they almost drowned the
noise of the drums and horns.
Dorothy looked to see what they were cheering at, and discovered that behind the band
was the famous Scarecrow, riding proudly upon the back of a wooden Saw-Horse which
pranced along the street almost as gracefully as if it had been made of flesh. Its hoofs, or
rather the ends of its wooden legs, were shod with plates of solid gold, and the saddle
strapped to the wooden body was richly embroidered and glistened with jewels.
As he reached the palace the Scarecrow looked up and saw Dorothy, and at once waved
his peaked hat at her in greeting. He rode up to the front door and dismounted, and the
band stopped playing and went away and the crowds of people returned to their
dwellings.
By the time Dorothy and her friends had re-entered her room, the Scarecrow was there,
and he gave the girl a hearty embrace and shook the hands of the others with his own
squashy hands, which were white gloves filled with straw.
The shaggy man, Button-Bright, and Polychrome stared hard at this celebrated person,
who was acknowledged to be the most popular and most beloved man in all the Land of
Oz.
"Why, your face has been newly painted!" exclaimed Dorothy, when the first greetings
were over.
"I had it touched up a bit by the Munchkin farmer who first made me," answered the
Scarecrow, pleasantly. "My complexion had become a bit grey and faded, you know, and
the paint had peeled off one end of my mouth, so I couldn't talk quite straight. Now I feel
like myself again, and I may say without immodesty that my body is stuffed with the
loveliest oat-straw in all Oz." He pushed against his chest. "Hear me crunkle?" he asked.
"Yes," said Dorothy; "you sound fine."
 
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