man came a child with flaxen hair and merry blue eyes, dressed in white pajamas, with sandals on the soles of its pretty bare feet. The child looked around smiling and thrust its hands into the pockets of the pajamas. Close after it came a big rubber bear, walking erect on its hind feet. The bear had twinkling black eyes, and its body looked as if it had been pumped full of air.
Following these curious visitors were two tall, thin men and two short, fat men, all four dressed in gorgeous uniforms.
Ozma’s High Chamberlain now hurried forward to announce the names of the new arrivals, calling out in a loud voice:
“His Gracious and Most Edible Majesty, King Dough the First, Ruler of the Two Kingdoms of Hiland and Loland. Also the Head Boolywag of his Majesty, known as Chick the Cherub, and their faithful friend Para Bruin, the rubber bear.”
These great personages bowed low as their names were called, and Dorothy hastened to introduce them to the assembled company. They were the first foreign arrivals, and the friends of Princess Ozma were polite to them and tried to make them feel that they were welcome.
Chick the Cherub shook hands with every one, including Billina, and was so joyous and frank and full of good spirits that John Dough’s Head Booleywag at once became a prime favorite.
“Is it a boy or a girl?” whispered Dorothy.
“Don’t know,” said Button-Bright.
“Goodness me! what a queer lot of people you are,” exclaimed the rubber bear, looking at the assembled company.
“So’re you,” said Button-Bright, gravely. “Is King Dough good to eat?”
“He’s too good to eat,” laughed Chick the Cherub.
“I hope none of you are fond of gingerbread,” said the King, rather anxiously.
“We should never think of eating our visitors, if we were,” declared the Scarecrow; “so please do not worry, for you will be perfectly safe while you remain in Oz.”
“Why do they call you Chick?” the Yellow Hen asked the child.
“Because I’m an Incubator Baby, and never had any parents,” replied the Head Booleywag.
“My chicks have a parent, and I’m it,” said Billina.
“I’m glad of that,” answered the Cherub, “because they’ll have more fun worrying you than if they were brought up in an Incubator. The Incubator never worries, you know.”
King John Dough had brought for Ozma’s birthday present a lovely gingerbread crown, with rows of small pearls around it and a fine big pearl in each of its five points. After this had been received by Dorothy with proper thanks and placed on the table with the other presents, the visitors from Hiland and Loland were escorted to their rooms by the High Chamberlain.
They had no sooner departed than the band before the palace began to play again, announcing more arrivals, and as these were doubtless from foreign parts the High Chamberlain hurried back to receive them in his most official manner.
22. Important Arrivals
First entered a band of Ryls from the Happy Valley, all merry little sprites like fairy elves. A dozen crooked Knooks followed from the great Forest of Burzee. They had long whiskers and pointed caps and curling toes, yet were no taller than Button-Bright’s shoulder. With this group came a man so easy to recognize and so important and dearly beloved throughout the known world, that all present rose to their feet and bowed their heads in respectful homage, even before the High Chamberlain knelt to announce his name.
“The most Mighty and Loyal Friend of Children, His Supreme Highness—Santa Claus!” said the Chamberlain, in an awed voice.
“Well, well, well! Glad to see you—glad to meet you all!” cried Santa Claus, briskly, as he trotted up the long room.
He was round as an apple, with a fresh rosy face, laughing eyes, and a bushy beard as white as snow. A red cloak trimmed with beautiful ermine hung from his shoulders and upon his back was a basket filled with pretty presents for the Princess Ozma.
“Hello, Dorothy; still having adventures?” he asked in his jolly way, as he took the girl’s hand in both his own.
“How did you know my name, Santa?” she replied, feeling more shy in the presence of this immortal saint than she ever had before in her young life.
“Why, don’t I see you every Christmas Eve, when you’re asleep?” he rejoined, pinching her blushing cheek.
“Oh, do you?”
“And here’s Button-Bright, I declare!” cried Santa Claus, holding up the boy to kiss him. “What a long way from home you are; dear me!”
“Do you know Button-Bright, too?” questioned Dorothy, eagerly.
“Indeed I do. I’ve visited his home several Christmas Eves.”
“And do you know his father?” asked the girl.
“Certainly, my dear. Who else do you suppose brings him his Christmas neckties and stockings?” with a sly wink at the Wizard.
“Then where does he live? We’re just crazy to know, ‘cause Button-Bright’s lost,” she said.
Santa laughed and laid his finger aside of his nose as if thinking what to reply. He leaned over and whispered something in the Wizard’s ear, at which the Wizard smiled and nodded as if he understood.
Now Santa Claus spied Polychrome, and trotted over to where she stood.
“Seems to me the Rainbow’s Daughter is farther from home than any of you,” he observed, looking at the pretty maiden admiringly. “I’ll have to tell your father where you are, Polly, and send him to get you.”
“Please do, dear Santa Claus,” implored the little maid, beseechingly.
“But just now we must all have a jolly good time at Ozma’s party,” said the old gentleman, turning to put his presents on the table with the others already there. “It isn’t often I find time to leave my castle, as you know; but Ozma invited me and I just couldn’t help coming to celebrate the happy occasion.”
“I’m so glad!” exclaimed Dorothy.
“These are my Ryls,” pointing to the little sprites squatting around him. “Their business is to paint the colors of the flowers when they bud and bloom; but I brought the merry fellows along to see Oz, and they’ve left their paint-pots behind them. Also I brought these crooked Knooks, whom I love. My dears, the Knooks are much nicer than they look, for their duty is to water and care for the young trees of the forest, and they do their work faithfully and well. It’s hard work, though, and it makes my Knooks crooked and gnarled, like the trees themselves; but their hearts are big and kind, as are the hearts of all who do good in our beautiful world.”
“I’ve read of the Ryls and Knooks,” said Dorothy, looking upon these little
