The servants were a little discouraged, but soon they brought in a great tray containing two dozen nicely roasted quail on toast.

“Well, well!” said the horse, now thoroughly provoked. “Do you take me for a weasel? How stupid and ignorant you are, in the Land of Oz, and what dreadful things you feed upon! Is there nothing that is decent to eat in this palace?”

The trembling servants sent for the Royal Steward, who came in haste and said:

“What would your Highness like for dinner?”

“Highness!” repeated Jim, who was unused to such titles.

“You are at least six feet high, and that is higher than any other animal in this country,” said the Steward.

“Well, my Highness would like some oats,” declared the horse.