“All right,” returned the kitten, creeping out. “I’m not afraid of Ozma⁠—or anyone else.”

Dorothy carried her in her arms back to where the others sat in grieved and thoughtful silence.

“Tell me, Eureka,” said the Princess, gently: “did you eat my pretty piglet?”

“I won’t answer such a foolish question,” asserted Eureka, with a snarl.

“Oh, yes you will, dear,” Dorothy declared. “The piglet is gone, and you ran out of the room when Jellia opened the door. So, if you are innocent, Eureka, you must tell the Princess how you came to be in her room, and what has become of the piglet.”

“Who accuses me?” asked the kitten, defiantly.