But there is still
another sort of button which is covered with dull cloth, and that must
be the sort your papa meant when he said you were bright as a button.
Don't you think so?"

"Don't know," said Button-Bright.

Jack Pumpkinhead arrived, wearing a pair of new white kid gloves; and he
brought a birthday present for Ozma consisting of a necklace of
pumpkin-seeds. In each seed was set a sparkling carolite, which is
considered the rarest and most beautiful gem that exists. The necklace
was in a plush case and Jellia Jamb put it on a table with the Princess
Ozma's other presents.

Next came a tall, beautiful woman clothed in a splendid trailing gown,
trimmed with exquisite lace as fine as cobweb. This was the important
Sorceress known as Glinda the Good, who had been of great assistance to
both Ozma and Dorothy. There was no humbug about her magic, you may be
sure, and Glinda was as kind as she was powerful. She greeted Dorothy
most lovingly, and kissed Button-Bright and Polly, and smiled upon the
shaggy man, after which Jellia Jamb led the Sorceress to one of the most
magnificent rooms of the royal palace and appointed fifty servants to
wait upon her.

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The next arrival was Mr. H. M. Woggle-Bug, T. E.; the "H. M." meaning
Highly Magnified and the "T. E." meaning Thoroughly Educated. The
Woggle-Bug was head professor at the Royal College of Oz, and he had
composed a fine Ode in honor of Ozma's birthday. This he wanted to read
to them; but the Scarecrow wouldn't let him.

Soon they heard a clucking sound and a chorus of "cheep! cheep!" and a
servant threw open the door to allow Billina and her ten fluffy chicks
to enter the Throne-Room. As the Yellow Hen marched proudly at the head
of her family, Dorothy cried, "Oh, you lovely things!" and ran down from
her seat to pet the little yellow downy balls. Billina wore a pearl
necklace, and around the neck of each chicken was a tiny gold chain
holding a locket with the letter "D" engraved upon the outside.

"Open the lockets, Dorothy," said Billina. The girl obeyed and found a
picture of herself in each locket. "They were named after you, my dear,"
continued the Yellow Hen, "so I wanted all my chickens to wear your
picture. Cluck--cluck! come here, Dorothy--this minute!" she cried, for
the chickens were scattered and wandering all around the big room.

They obeyed the call at once, and came running as fast as they could,
fluttering their fluffy wings i