crow, secretly determined to lock up the wizards at the first opportunity. "I'm rather fond of this shape. You see it requires no food and never grows tired—or old!"
"The royal robes will in a measure conceal it," murmured the Grand Chew Chew politely, and clapped his hands. A little servitor bounced into the hall. "A royal robe, Quick Silver, for his Radiant Highness," snapped the Grand Chew Chew. In a moment Quick Silver had returned with a magnificent purple satin robe embroidered in silver threads and heavy with jewels and a hat of silver cloth with upturned brim. The Scarecrow wrapped himself in the purple robe, took off his old Munchkin hat and substituted the Imperial headpiece.
"How do I look, Chew?" he asked anxiously.
"Quite like your old Imperial Self—except—" The old Prime Minister ran unsteadily out of the room. There was a muffled scream from the hall and next instant he returned with a long shiny silver queue, which he had evidently clipped from the head of one of the servants. Removing the Scarecrow's hat he pinned the queue to the back, set it on the Scarecrow's head and stood regarding him with great satisfaction.
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