The Magic of Oz. Baum Lyman Frank

      The Sorceress smiled and answered:

      “Come into my patio and I will show you.”

      So they entered a place that was surrounded by the wings of the great castle but had no roof, and was filled with flowers and fountains and exquisite statuary and many settees and chairs of polished marble or filigree gold. Here there were gathered fifty beautiful young girls, Glinda’s handmaids, who had been selected from all parts of the Land of Oz on account of their wit and beauty and sweet dispositions. It was a great honor to be made one of Glinda’s handmaidens.

      When Dorothy followed the Sorceress into this delightful patio all the fifty girls were busily weaving, and their shuttles were filled with a sparkling green spun glass such as the little girl had never seen before.

      “What is it, Glinda?” she asked.

      “One of my recent discoveries,” explained the Sorceress. “I have found a way to make threads from emeralds, by softening the stones and then spinning them into long, silken strands. With these emerald threads we are weaving cloth to make Ozma a splendid court gown for her birthday. You will notice that the threads have all the beautiful glitter and luster of the emeralds from which they are made, and so Ozma’s new dress will be the most magnificent the world has ever seen, and quite fitting for our lovely Ruler of the Fairyland of Oz.”

      Dorothy’s eyes were fairly dazed by the brilliance of the emerald cloth, some of which the girls had already woven.

      “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful!” she said, with a sigh. “But tell me, Glinda, what can I give our lovely Ozma on her birthday?”

      The good Sorceress considered this question for a long time before she replied. Finally she said:

      “Of course there will be a grand feast at the Royal Palace on Ozma’s birthday, and all our friends will be present. So I suggest that you make a fine big birthday cake for Ozma, and surround it with candles.”

      “Oh, just a cake!” exclaimed Dorothy, in disappointment.

      “Nothing is nicer for a birthday,” said the Sorceress.

      “How many candles should there be on the cake?” asked the girl.

      “Just a row of them,” replied Glinda, “for no one knows how old Ozma is, although she appears to us to be just a young girl – as fresh and fair as if she had lived but a few years.”

      “A cake doesn’t seem like much of a present,” Dorothy asserted.

      “Make it a surprise cake,” suggested the Sorceress. “Don’t you remember the four and twenty blackbirds that were baked in a pie? Well, you need not use live blackbirds in your cake, but you could have some surprise of a different sort.”

      “Like what?” questioned Dorothy, eagerly.

      “If I told you, it wouldn’t be your present to Ozma, but mine,” answered the Sorceress, with a smile. “Think it over, my dear, and I am sure you can originate a surprise that will add greatly to the joy and merriment of Ozma’s birthday banquet.”

      Dorothy thanked her friend and entered the Red Wagon and told the Sawhorse to take her back home to the palace in the Emerald City.

      On the way she thought the matter over seriously of making a surprise birthday cake and finally decided what to do.

      As soon as she reached home, she went to the Wizard of Oz, who had a room fitted up in one of the high towers of the palace, where he studied magic so as to be able to perform such wizardry as Ozma commanded him to do for the welfare of her subjects.

      The Wizard and Dorothy were firm friends and had enjoyed many strange adventures together. He was a little man with a bald head and sharp eyes and a round, jolly face, and because he was neither haughty nor proud he had become a great favorite with the Oz people.

      “Wizard,” said Dorothy, “I want you to help me fix up a present for Ozma’s birthday.”

      “I’ll be glad to do anything for you and for Ozma,” he answered. “What’s on your mind, Dorothy?”

      “I’m going to make a great cake, with frosting and candles, and all that, you know.”

      “Very good,” said the Wizard.

      “In the center of this cake I’m going to leave a hollow place, with just a roof of the frosting over it,” continued the girl.

      “Very good,” repeated the Wizard, nodding his bald head.

      “In that hollow place,” said Dorothy, “I want to hide a lot of monkeys about three inches high, and after the cake is placed on the banquet table, I want the monkeys to break through the frosting and dance around on the table-cloth. Then, I want each monkey to cut out a piece of cake and hand it to a guest.”

      “Mercy me!” cried the little Wizard, as he chuckled with laughter. “Is that all you want, Dorothy?”

      “Almost,” said she. “Can you think of anything more the little monkeys can do, Wizard?”