Dorothy wept bitterly at the passing of her hope to get home to Kansas again; but when she thought it all over she was glad she had not gone up in a balloon. And she also felt sorry at losing Oz, and so did her companions.

　The Tin Woodman came to her and said: "Truly I should be ungrateful if I failed to mourn for the man who gave me my lovely heart. I should like to cry a little because Oz is gone, if you will kindly wipe away my tears, so that I shall not rust."

　"With pleasure," she answered, and brought a towel at once. Then the Tin Woodman wept for several minutes, and she watched the tears carefully and wiped them away with the towel. When he had finished, he thanked her kindly and oiled himself thoroughly with his jeweled oil-can, to guard against mishap.

　The Scarecrow was now the ruler of the Emerald City, and although he was not a Wizard the people were proud of him.

　"For," they said, "there is not another city in all the world that is ruled by a stuffed man." And, so far as they knew, they were quite right.

　The morning after the balloon had gone up with Oz, the four travelers met in the Throne Room and talked matters over. The Scarecrow sat in the big throne and the others stood respectfully before him.

　"We are not so unlucky," said the new ruler, "for this Palace and the Emerald City belong to us, and we can do just as we please. When I remember that a short time ago I was up on a pole in a farmer's cornfield, and that now I am the ruler of this beautiful City, I am quite satisfied with my lot."

　"I also," said the Tin Woodman, "am well-pleased with my new heart; and, really, that was the only thing I wished in all the world."

　"For my part, I am content in knowing I am as brave as any beast that ever lived, if not braver," said the Lion modestly.

　"If Dorothy would only be contented to live in the Emerald City," continued the Scarecrow, "we might all be happy together."

　"But I don't want to live here," cried Dorothy. "I want to go to Kansas, and live with Aunt Em and Uncle Henry."

　"Well, then, what can be done?" inquired the Woodman.

　The Scarecrow decided to think, and he thought so hard that the pins and needles began to stick out of his brains. Finally he said:

　"Why not call the Winged Monkeys, and ask them to carry you over the desert?"

　"I never thought of that!" said Dorothy joyfully. "It's just the thing. I'll go at once for the Golden Cap."

　When she brought it into the Throne Room she spoke the magic words, and soon the band of Winged Monkeys flew in through the open window and stood beside her.

　"This is the second time you have called us," said the Monkey King, bowing before the little girl. "What do you wish?"

　"I want you to fly with me to Kansas," said Dorothy. But the Monkey King shook his head.

　"That cannot be done," he said. "We belong to this country alone, and cannot leave it. There has never been a Winged Monkey in Kansas yet, and I suppose there never will be, for they don't belong there. We shall be glad to serve you in any way in our power, but we cannot cross the desert. Good-bye."

　And with another bow, the Monkey............