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_. C.: — - - Chapter Eighteen the Royal Princes and the Grand Gheewizard and your bride!” Happy paused significantly. The Scarecrow shuddered. “Let’s go back to said the Cowardly Lion uneasily. The Scarecrow was feeling in the pocket of his old Munchkin suit which he always wore under his robes of state. “Here!” said he, giving a little pifi to Happy Toko. “It’s one of Professor Wogglebug’s language pills,” he explained to Dorothy, “and will enable him to speak and understand Ozish.” Happy swallowed the pill gravely. “Greetings, honorable Ozites!” he said politely, as soon as the pill was down. Dorothy clapped her hands in delight for it was so comfortable to have him speak their own language. “I could never have stood it here without Tappy Oko!” The Scarecrow looked fondly at his Imperial Punster. “Queer name, he has,” rumbled the Cowardly Lion, looking at Happy Toko as if he had thoughts of eating him. “Methinks he should be knighted,” rumbled Sir Hokus, beaming on the little Silverman. “Rise, Sir Pudding!” 241 Go gle
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