"I should say it was," chuckled the Scarecrow. "But, isn't it almost time we were reaching the Emerald City, Dorothy?"
"I think I'm going in the right direction," answered the little girl, "but I'll fly a little lower to be sure."
"Not too fast! Not too fast!" warned Sir Hokus, looking nervously over his shoulder at his long wriggling stem.
"There's Ozma's palace!" cried the Scarecrow, all at once.
"And there's Ozma!" screamed Dorothy, peering down delightedly. "And Scraps and and Tik Tok and everybody!"
She pointed the parasol straight down, when a sharp tug from Sir Hokus jerked them all back. They were going faster than the poor Knight was growing, so Dorothy lowered the parasol half way and slowly they floated toward the earth, landing gently in one of the flower beds of Ozma's lovely garden.
"Come along and meet the folks," said the Scarecrow, as Dorothy closed parasol. But Sir Hokus clutched him in alarm.
"Hold! Hold!" gasped the Knight. "I've stopped growing but if you leave me I'll shoot up into the air again."
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