“Because I like to speak the truth,” said the Steward.  “Why didn’t you enchant them all at once, instead of allowing them to go one by one into the palace and guess which ornaments are the Queen of Ev and her children?”

“Why, you stupid rascal, it is more fun this way,” returned the King, “and it serves to keep me amused for a long time.”

“But suppose some of them happen to guess aright,” persisted the Steward; “then you would lose your old ornaments and these new ones, too.”

“There is no chance of their guessing aright,” replied the monarch, with a laugh.  “How could they know that the Queen of Ev and her family are all ornaments of a royal purple color?”

“But there are no other purple ornaments in the palace,” said the Steward.

“There are many other colors, however, and the purple ones are scattered throughout the rooms, and are of many different shapes and sizes.  Take my word for it, Steward, they will never think of choosing the purple ornaments.”

Billina, squatting under the throne, had listened carefully to all this talk, and now chuckled softly to herself as she heard the King disclose his secret.

“Still, you are acting foolishly by running the chance,” continued the Steward, roughly; “and it is still more foolish of you to transform all those people from Oz into green ornaments.”

“I did that because they came from the Emerald City,” replied the King; “and I had no green ornaments in my collection until now.  I think they will look quite pretty, mixed with the others.  Don’t you?”

The Steward gave an angry grunt.

“Have your own way, since you are the King,” he growled.  “But if you come to grief through your carelessness, remember that I told you so.  If I wore the magic belt which enables you to work all your transformations, and gives you so much other power, I am sure I would make a much wiser and better King than you are.”

“Oh, cease your tiresome chatter!” commanded the King, getting angry again.  “Because you are my Chief Steward you have an idea you can scold me as much as you please.  But the very next time you become impudent, I will send you to work in the furnaces, and get another Nome to fill your place.  Now follow me to my chamber, for I am going to bed.  And see that I am wakened early tomorrow morning.  I want to enjoy the fun of transforming the rest of these people into ornaments.”

“What color will you make the Kansas girl?” asked the Steward.

“Gray, I think,” said his Majesty.

“And the Scarecrow and the machine man?”

“Oh, they shall be of solid gold, because they are so ugly in real life.”

Then the voices died away, and Billina knew that the King and his Steward had left the room.  She fixed up some of her tail feathers that were not straight, and then tucked her head under her wing again and went to sleep.