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pared off all the branches and carved from the trunk a small wooden doll for Trot.

"It didn't hurt," Princess Peg hastened to explain as she caught Pompa's sorrowful expression, "and being a doll was a lot better than being a tree. I could not move or speak but I knew what was going on and life in Ozma's palace was cheerful and interesting. Only, of course, I longed to tell Ozma or Trot of my enchantment. I missed dear Uncle Tozzyfog and all the people of Sun Top Mountain. Then, as you all know, I was stolen by the old gnome and after Ruggedo carried me underground I forgot all about being a Princess and remembered nothing of this." Peg glanced lovingly around the room. "I only felt that I had been alive before. So you!" Peg jumped up and flung one arm around Wag, "and you," she flung the other around Pompa, "saved me by calling me a Princess and really believing I was one. And you!" Peg hastened over to Kabumpo, who was rolling his eyes sadly. "You are the darlingest old elephant in Oz! See, I still have the necklace and bracelet!" And sure enough on Peg's round arm and white neck gleamed the jewels the Elegant Elephant had generously given when he thought her only a funny Wooden Doll.