"Oh! Oh!" screamed Snorer. "You have insulted the most beautiful person in Oz."
Notta, taken completely by surprise, could do nothing but choke and splutter.
"Wait!" panted Bob, for Dorothy was refilling the bucket. But he was too late and down splashed another bucket on Notta's head, carrying away his hat and drenching his black wig. Unable to speak, Notta began to wave his arms, and this was anything but reassuring to Dorothy. Snatching a little silver whistle that hung on a ribbon on her neck, she blew on it shrilly. The next instant running feet could be heard on all the garden paths and in a twinkling Bob and Notta were surrounded.
"What is it?" boomed Sir Hokus of Pokes, Dorothy's Knight Errant. He brought his mailed fist heavily down upon Notta's witch shoulder. The Soldier with the Green Whiskers, not to be outdone, grasped Bob Up and Tik Tok leaned over stiffly and seized Snorer by the neck. More and more people kept arriving, and though Bob tried his best to make himself heard, in the general confusion his voice was drowned out, and in disgrace they were marched to the palace.
Ozma was having a quiet game of checkers with the Scarecrow and looked up in amazement as the company burst into the throne room.
"A witch!" shrilled the Patchwork Girl, dancing madly at the head of the procession,
"A witch, a witch,