The Lost Princess of Oz HTML version
All that first day after the union of the two parties, our friends marched steadily toward
the wicker castle of Ugu the Shoemaker. When night came, they camped in a little grove
and passed a pleasant evening together, although some of them were worried because
Button-Bright was still lost.
"Perhaps," said Toto as the animals lay grouped together for the night, "this Shoemaker
who stole my growl and who stole Ozma has also stolen Button-Bright."
"How do you know that the Shoemaker stole your growl?" demanded the Woozy.
"He has stolen about everything else of value in Oz, hasn't he?" replied the dog.
"He has stolen everything he wants, perhaps," agreed the Lion, "but what could anyone
want with your growl?"
"Well," said the dog, wagging his tail slowly, "my recollection is that it was a wonderful
growl, soft and low and--and--"
"And ragged at the edges," said the Sawhorse.
"So," continued Toto, "if that magician hadn't any growl of his own, he might have
wanted mine and stolen it."
"And if he has, he will soon wish he hadn't," remarked the Mule. "Also, if he has stolen
Button-Bright, he will be sorry."
"Don't you like Button-Bright, then?" asked the Lion in surprise.
"It isn't a question of liking him," replied the Mule. "It's a question of watching him and
looking after him. Any boy who causes his friends so much worry isn't worth having
around. I never get lost."
"If you did," said Toto, "no one would worry a bit. I think Button-Bright is a very lucky
boy because he always gets found."
"See here," said the Lion, "this chatter is keeping us all awake, and tomorrow is likely to
be a busy day. Go to sleep and forget your quarrels."
"Friend Lion," retorted the dog, "if I hadn't lost my growl, you would hear it now. I have
as much right to talk as you have to sleep."
The Lion sighed.
"If only you had lost your voice when you lost your growl," said he, "you would be a
more agreeable companion."