Chapters (35)
- Lost Princess of Oz
- CONTENTS
- Dedication
- Author’s Note
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Other Oz books by L. Frank Baum (“Royal Historian of Oz”)
- About the Author
- About the Series
- Copyright
- About the Publisher
“I am sorry to hear you call poor Cayke the Cookie Cook a Freak,” remonstrated the Frogman.
“She is the Person,” asserted the King. “Unless I am mistaken, it is you who are the Freak.”
The Frogman was silent, for he could not truthfully deny it.
“Why have you dared intrude in my forest?” demanded the Bear King.
“We didn’t know it was your forest,” said Cayke, “and we are on our way to the far east, where the Emerald City is.”
“Ah, it’s a long way from here to the Emerald City,” remarked the King. “It is so far away, indeed, that no bear among us has ever been there. But what errand requires you to travel such a distance?”
“Someone has stolen my diamond-studded gold dishpan,” explained Cayke; “and, as I cannot be happy without it, I have decided to search the world over until I find it again. The Frogman, who is very learned and wonderfully wise, has come with me to give me his assistance. Isn’t it kind of him?”
The King looked at the Frogman.
“What makes you so wonderfully wise?” he asked.
“I’m not,” was the candid reply. “The Cookie Cook, and some others in the Yip Country, think because I am a big frog and talk and act like a man, that I must be very wise. I have learned more than a frog usually knows, it is true, but I am not yet so wise as I hope to become at some future time.”
The King nodded, and when he did so something squeaked in his chest.
“Did Your Majesty speak?” asked Cayke.
“Not just then,” answered the Lavender Bear, seeming to be somewhat embarrassed. “I am so built, you must know, that when anything pushes against my chest, as my chin accidentally did just then, I make that silly noise. In this city it isn’t considered good manners to notice it. But I like your Frogman. He is honest and truthful, which is more than can be said of many others. As for your late lamented dishpan, I’ll show it to you.”
With this he waved three times the metal wand which he held in his paw and instantly there appeared upon the ground, midway between the King and Cayke, a big round pan made of beaten gold. Around the top edge was a row of small diamonds; around the center of the pan was another row of larger diamonds; and at the bottom was a row of exceedingly large and brilliant diamonds. In fact, they all sparkled magnificently and the pan was so big and broad that it took a lot of diamonds to go around it three times.
Cayke stared so hard that her eyes seemed about to pop out of her head.
“O-o-o-oh!” she exclaimed, drawing a deep breath of delight.
“Is this your dishpan?” inquired the King.