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and of black; but there were no red eyes among them, and all were bright and handsome. The noses were Grecian, Roman, retrousse and Oriental, representing all types of beauty; and the mouths were of assorted sizes and shapes, displaying pearly teeth when the heads smiled. As for dimples, they appeared in cheeks and chins, wherever they might be most charming, and one or two heads had freckles upon the faces to contrast the better with the brilliancy of their complexions.

      One key unlocked all the velvet cupboards containing these treasures—a curious key carved from a single blood-red ruby—and this was fastened to a strong but slender chain which the Princess wore around her left wrist.

      When Nanda had supported Langwidere to a position in front of cupboard No. 17, the Princess unlocked the door with her ruby key and after handing head No. 9, which she had been wearing, to the maid, she took No. 17 from its shelf and fitted it to her neck. It had black hair and dark eyes and a lovely pearl-and-white complexion, and when Langwidere wore it she knew she was remarkably beautiful in appearance.

      There was only one trouble with No. 17; the temper that went with it (and which was hidden somewhere under the glossy black hair) was fiery, harsh and haughty in the extreme, and it often led the Princess to do unpleasant things which she regretted when she came to wear her other heads.

      But she did not remember this today, and went to meet her guests in the drawing-room with a feeling of certainty that she would surprise them with her beauty.

      However, she was greatly disappointed to find that her visitors were merely a small girl in a gingham dress, a copper man that would only go when wound up, and a yellow hen that was sitting contentedly in Langwidere’s best work-basket, where there was a china egg used for darning stockings. (It may surprise you to learn that a princess ever does such a common thing as darn stockings. But, if you will stop to think, you will realize that a princess is sure to wear holes in her stockings, the same as other people; only it isn’t considered quite polite to mention the matter.)

      “Oh!” said Langwidere, slightly lifting the nose of No. 17. “I thought some one of importance had called.”

      “Then you were right,” declared Dorothy. “I’m a good deal of ‘portance myself, and when Billina lays an egg she has the proudest cackle you ever heard. As for Tiktok, he’s the—”

      “Stop—Stop!” commanded the Princess, with an angry flash of her splendid eyes. “How dare you annoy me with your senseless chatter?”

      “Why, you horrid thing!” said Dorothy, who was not accustomed to being treated so rudely.

      The Princess looked at her more closely.

      “Tell me,” she resumed, “are you of royal blood?”

      “Better than that, ma’am,” said Dorothy. “I came from Kansas.”

      “Huh!” cried the Princess, scornfully. “You are a foolish child, and I cannot allow you to annoy me. Run away, you little goose, and bother some one else.”

      Dorothy was so indignant that for a moment she could find no words to reply. But she rose from her chair, and was about to leave the room when the Princess, who had been scanning the girl’s face, stopped her by saying, more gently:

      “Come nearer to me.”

      Dorothy obeyed, without a thought of fear, and stood before the Princess while Langwidere examined her face with careful attention.

      “You are rather attractive,” said the lady, presently. “Not at all beautiful, you understand, but you have a certain style of prettiness that is different from that of any of my thirty heads. So I believe I’ll take your head and give you No. 26 for it.”

      “Well, I b’lieve you won’t!” exclaimed Dorothy.

      “It will do you no good to refuse,” continued the Princess; “for I need your head for my collection, and in the Land of Ev my will is law. I never have cared much for No. 26, and you will find that it is very little worn. Besides, it will do you just as well as the one you’re wearing, for all practical purposes.”

      “I don’t know anything about your No. 26, and I don’t want to,” said Dorothy, firmly. “I’m not used to taking castoff things, so I’ll just keep my own head.”

      “You refuse?” cried the Princess, with a frown.

      “Of course I do,” was the reply.

      “Then,” said Langwidere, “I shall lock you up in a tower until you decide to obey me. Nanda,” turning to her maid, “call my army.”

      Nanda rang a silver bell, and at once a big fat colonel in a bright red uniform entered the room, followed by ten lean soldiers, who all looked sad and discouraged and saluted the princess in a very melancholy fashion.

      “Carry that girl to the North Tower and lock her up!” cried the Princess, pointing to Dorothy.

      “To hear is to obey,” answered the big red colonel, and caught the child by her arm. But at that moment Tiktok raised his dinner-pail and pounded it so forcibly against the colonel’s head that the big officer sat down upon the floor with a sudden bump, looking both dazed and very much astonished.

      “Help!” he shouted, and the ten lean soldiers sprang to assist their leader.

      There was great excitement for the next few moments, and Tiktok had knocked down seven of the army, who were sprawling in every direction upon the carpet, when suddenly the machine paused, with the dinner-pail raised for another blow, and remained perfectly motionless.

      “My ac-tion has run down,” he called to Dorothy. “Wind me up, quick.”

      She tried to obey, but the big colonel had by this time managed to get upon his feet again, so he grabbed fast hold of the girl and she was helpless to escape.

      “This is too bad,” said the machine. “I ought to have run six hours lon-ger, at least, but I suppose my long walk and my fight with the Wheelers made me run down fast-er than us-u-al.”

      “Well, it can’t be helped,” said Dorothy, with a sigh.

      “Will you exchange heads with me?” demanded the Princess.

      “No, indeed!” cried Dorothy.

      “Then lock her up,” said Langwidere to her soldiers, and they led Dorothy to a high tower at the north of the palace and locked her securely within.

      The soldiers afterward tried to lift Tiktok, but they found the machine so solid and heavy that they could not stir it. So they left him standing in the center of the drawing-room.

      “People will think I have a new statue,” said Langwidere, “so it won’t matter in the least, and Nanda can keep him well polished.”

      “What shall we do with the hen?” asked the colonel, who had just discovered Billina in the work-basket.

      “Put her in the chicken-house,” answered the Princess. “Someday I’ll have her fried for breakfast.”

      “She looks rather tough, Your Highness,” said Nanda, doubtfully.

      “That is a base slander!” cried Billina, struggling frantically in the colonel’s arms. “But the breed of chickens I come from is said to be poison to all princesses.”

      “Then,” remarked Langwidere, “I will not fry the hen, but keep her to lay eggs; and if she doesn’t do her duty I’ll have her drowned in the horse trough.”

      7. Ozma of Oz to the Rescue

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      Nanda brought Dorothy bread and water for her supper, and she slept upon a hard stone couch with a single pillow and a silken coverlet.

      In the morning she leaned out of the window of her prison in the tower to see if there was any way

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