Then a little man jumped out of the basket, took off his tall hat, and bowed very gracefully to the crowd of Mangaboos around him. He was quite an old little man and his head was long and entirely bald.

“Why,” cried Dorothy, in amazement, “it’s Oz!”

The little man looked toward her and seemed as much surprised as she was. But he smiled and bowed as he answered:

“Yes, my dear; I am Oz, the Great and Terrible. Eh? And you are little Dorothy, from Kansas. I remember you very well.”

“Who did you say it was?” whispered Zeb to the girl.

“It’s the wonderful Wizard of Oz. Haven’t you heard of him?”

Just then the man with the star came and stood before the Wizard.