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won’t answer such a foolish question,” asserted Eureka, with a snarl.

      “Oh, yes you will, dear,” Dorothy declared. “The piglet is gone, and you ran out of the room when Jellia opened the door. So, if you are innocent, Eureka, you must tell the Princess how you came to be in her room, and what has become of the piglet.”

      “Who accuses me?” asked the kitten, defiantly.

      “No one,” answered Ozma. “Your actions alone accuse you. The fact is that I left my little pet in my dressing-room lying asleep upon the table; and you must have stolen in without my knowing it. When next the door was opened you ran out and hid yourself—and the piglet was gone.”

      “That’s none of my business,” growled the kitten.

      “Don’t be impudent, Eureka,” admonished Dorothy.

      “It is you who are impudent,” said Eureka, “for accusing me of such a crime when you can’t prove it except by guessing.”

      Ozma was now greatly incensed by the kitten’s conduct. She summoned her Captain-General, and when the long, lean officer appeared she said:

      “Carry this cat away to prison, and keep her in safe confinement until she is tried by law for the crime of murder.”

      So the Captain-General took Eureka from the arms of the now weeping Dorothy and in spite of the kitten’s snarls and scratches carried it away to prison.

      “What shall we do now?” asked the Scarecrow, with a sigh, for such a crime had cast a gloom over all the company.

      “I will summon the Court to meet in the Throne Room at three o’clock,” replied Ozma. “I myself will be the judge, and the kitten shall have a fair trial.”

      “What will happen if she is guilty?” asked Dorothy.

      “She must die,” answered the Princess.

      “Nine times?” enquired the Scarecrow.

      “As many times as is necessary,” was the reply. “I will ask the Tin Woodman to defend the prisoner, because he has such a kind heart I am sure he will do his best to save her. And the WoggleBug shall be the Public Accuser, because he is so learned that no one can deceive him.”

      “Who will be the jury?” asked the Tin Woodman.

      “There ought to be several animals on the jury,” said Ozma, “because animals understand each other better than we people understand them. So the jury shall consist of the Cowardly Lion, the Hungry Tiger, Jim the Cab-horse, the Yellow Hen, the Scarecrow, the Wizard, Tik-tok the Machine Man, the Sawhorse and Zeb of Hugson’s Ranch. That makes the nine which the law requires, and all my people shall be admitted to hear the testimony.”

      They now separated to prepare for the sad ceremony; for whenever an appeal is made to law sorrow is almost certain to follow—even in a fairyland like Oz. But is must be stated that the people of that Land were generally so well-behaved that there was not a single lawyer amongst them, and it had been years since any Ruler had sat in judgment upon an offender of the law. The crime of murder being the most dreadful crime of all, tremendous excitement prevailed in the Emerald City when the news of Eureka’s arrest and trial became known.

      The Wizard, when he returned to his own room, was exceedingly thoughtful. He had no doubt Eureka had eaten his piglet, but he realized that a kitten cannot be depended upon at all times to act properly, since its nature is to destroy small animals and even birds for food, and the tame cat that we keep in our houses today is descended from the wild cat of the jungle—a very ferocious creature, indeed. The Wizard knew that if Dorothy’s pet was found guilty and condemned to death the little girl would be made very unhappy; so, although he grieved over the piglet’s sad fate as much as any of them, he resolved to save Eureka’s life.

      Sending for the Tin Woodman the Wizard took him into a corner and whispered:

      “My friend, it is your duty to defend the white kitten and try to save her, but I fear you will fail because Eureka has long wished to eat a piglet, to my certain knowledge, and my opinion is that she has been unable to resist the temptation. Yet her disgrace and death would not bring back the piglet, but only serve to make Dorothy unhappy. So I intend to prove the kitten’s innocence by a trick.”

      He drew from his inside pocket one of the eight tiny piglets that were remaining and continued:

      “This creature you must hide in some safe place, and if the jury decides that Eureka is guilty you may then produce this piglet and claim it is the one that was lost. All the piglets are exactly alike, so no one can dispute your word. This deception will save Eureka’s life, and then we may all be happy again.”

      “I do not like to deceive my friends,” replied the Tin Woodman; “still, my kind heart urges me to save Eureka’s life, and I can usually trust my heart to do the right thing. So I will do as you say, friend Wizard.”

      After some thought he placed the little pig inside his funnel-shaped hat, and then put the hat upon his head and went back to his room to think over his speech to the jury.

      19. The Wizard Performs Another Trick

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      At three o’clock the Throne Room was crowded with citizens, men, women and children being eager to witness the great trial.

      Princess Ozma, dressed in her most splendid robes of state, sat in the magnificent emerald throne, with her jewelled sceptre in her hand and her sparkling coronet upon her fair brow. Behind her throne stood the twenty-eight officers of her army and many officials of the royal household. At her right sat the queerly assorted Jury—animals, animated dummies and people—all gravely prepared to listen to what was said. The kitten had been placed in a large cage just before the throne, where she sat upon her haunches and gazed through the bars at the crowds around her, with seeming unconcern.

      And now, at a signal from Ozma, the WoggleBug arose and addressed the jury. His tone was pompous and he strutted up and down in an absurd attempt to appear dignified.

      “Your Royal Highness and Fellow Citizens,” he began; “the small cat you see a prisoner before you is accused of the crime of first murdering and then eating our esteemed Ruler’s fat piglet—or else first eating and then murdering it. In either case a grave crime has been committed which deserves a grave punishment.”

      “Do you mean my kitten must be put in a grave?” asked Dorothy.

      “Don’t interrupt, little girl,” said the WoggleBug. “When I get my thoughts arranged in good order I do not like to have anything upset them or throw them into confusion.”

      “If your thoughts were any good they wouldn’t become confused,” remarked the Scarecrow, earnestly. “My thoughts are always—”

      “Is this a trial of thoughts, or of kittens?” demanded the WoggleBug.

      “It’s a trial of one kitten,” replied the Scarecrow; “but your manner is a trial to us all.”

      “Let the Public Accuser continue,” called Ozma from her throne, “and I pray you do not interrupt him.”

      “The criminal who now sits before the court licking her paws,” resumed the WoggleBug, “has long desired to unlawfully eat the fat piglet, which was no bigger than a mouse. And finally she made a wicked plan to satisfy her depraved appetite for pork. I can see her, in my mind’s eye—”

      “What’s that?” asked the Scarecrow.

      “I say I can see her in my mind’s eye—”

      “The mind has no eye,” declared the Scarecrow. “It’s blind.”

      “Your Highness,” cried the WoggleBug, appealing to Ozma, “have I a mind’s eye, or haven’t I?”

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