Kabumpo in Oz
bring the candle, Scraps, like a good girl. You're less liable to take fire than I am. Then we'll come back and help Dorothy and the others.
"Good idea," said Scraps, taking the candle from the mantel. Breathlessly the two tip-toed along the hail to Ozma's apartment. On the wall in one of Ozma's rooms hangs the most magic possession in Oz. It is a picture representing a country scene, but when you ask it where a certain person is, immediately he is shown in the picture and also what he is doing at the time.
"So," murmured the Scarecrow, as they gained the room in safety, "if it tells where other people are, it ought to tell us where we are ourselves."
Drawing aside the curtain that covered the picture the Scarecrow demanded loudly, "Where are we?"
Scraps held the candle so that its flickering rays fell directly on the picture. Then both jumped in earnest, for in a flash the face of Ruggedo, the wicked old gnome King, appeared, on his head a great, green towering sort of hat.
The Scarecrow seized the candle from Scraps and held it closer to the picture. He squinted up one eye and almost rubbed his painted nose off.
"Great Kinkajous!" spluttered the Straw Man dis-
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