“I did not know that you were ripe,” answered the Prince, in a low voice.

“Give me the Star of Royalty!” she commanded.

Slowly he took the shining star from his own brow and placed it upon that of the Princess.  Then all the people bowed low to her, and the Prince turned and walked away alone.  What became of him afterward our friends never knew.

The people of Mangaboo now formed themselves into a procession and marched toward the glass city to escort their new ruler to her palace and to perform those ceremonies proper to the occasion.  But while the people in the procession walked upon the ground the Princess walked in the air just above their heads, to show that she was a superior being and more exalted than her subjects.

No one now seemed to pay any attention to the strangers, so Dorothy and Zeb and the Wizard let the train pass on and then wandered by themselves into the vegetable gardens.  They did not bother to cross the bridges over the brooks, but when they came to a stream they stepped high and walked in the air to the other side.  This was a very interesting experience to them, and Dorothy said: 

“I wonder why it is that we can walk so easily in the air.”

“Perhaps,” answered the Wizard, “it is because we are close to the center of the earth, where the attraction of gravitation is very slight.  But I’ve noticed that many queer things happen in fairy countries.”

“Is this a fairy country?” asked the boy.

“Of course it is,” returned Dorothy promptly.  “Only a fairy country could have veg’table people; and only in a fairy country could Eureka and Jim talk as we do.”

“That’s true,” said Zeb, thoughtfully.

In the vegetable gardens they found the strawberries and melons, and several other unknown but delicious fruits, of which they ate heartily.  But the kitten bothered them constantly by demanding milk or meat, and called the Wizard names because he could not bring her a dish of milk by means of his magical arts.

As they sat upon the grass watching Jim, who was still busily eating, Eureka said: 

“I don’t believe you are a Wizard at all!”

“No,” answered the little man, “you are quite right.  In the strict sense of the word I am not a Wizard, but only a humbug.”

“The Wizard of Oz has always been a humbug,” agreed Dorothy.  “I’ve known him for a long time.”

“If that is so,” said the boy, “how could he do that wonderful trick with the nine tiny piglets?”

“Don’t know,” said Dorothy, “but it must have been humbug.”

“Very true,” declared the Wizard, nodding at her.  “It was necessary to deceive that ugly Sorcerer and the Prince, as well as their stupid people; but I don’t mind telling you, who are my friends, that the thing was only a trick.”

“But I saw the little pigs with my own eyes!” exclaimed Zeb.

“So did I,” purred the kitten.