"Do you know Ozma?" she asked, wondering.

"I regret to say that I do not," he answered, sadly; "but I hope to
meet her soon. You know the Princess Ozma is to celebrate her
birthday on the twenty-first of this month."

"Is she?" said Dorothy. "I didn't know that."

"Yes; it is to be the most brilliant royal ceremony ever held in any
city in Fairyland, and I hope you will try to get me an invitation."

Dorothy thought a moment.

"I'm sure Ozma would invite you if I asked her," she said; "but how
could you get to the Land of Oz and the Emerald City? It's a good way
from Kansas."

"Kansas!" he exclaimed, surprised.

"Why, yes; we are in Kansas now, aren't we?" she returned.

"What a queer notion!" cried the Fox-King, beginning to laugh.
"Whatever made you think this is Kansas?"

"I left Uncle Henry's farm only about two hours ago; that's the
reason," she said, rather perplexed.

"But, tell me, my dear, did you ever see so wonderful a city as
Foxville in Kansas?" he questioned.