“The Land of Oz isn’t crowded,” suggested Dorothy.
“Then you advise me to admit Shaggy’s brother?” inquired Ozma.
“Well, we can’t afford to lose our Shaggy Man, can we?”
“No, indeed!” returned Ozma. “What do you say, Wizard?”
“I’m getting my magic ready to transport them all.”
“And you, Tik-Tok?”
“Shag-gy’s broth-er is a good fel-low, and we can’t spare Shag-gy.”
“So, then, the question is settled,” decided Ozma. “Perform your magic, Wizard!”
He did so, placing a silver plate upon a small standard and pouring upon the plate a small quantity of pink powder which was contained in a crystal vial. Then he muttered a rather difficult incantation which the sorceress Glinda the Good had taught him, and it all ended in a puff of perfumed smoke from the silver plate. This smoke was so pungent that it made both Ozma and Dorothy rub their eyes for a moment.