The emerald city of oz

hy now found herself in a city so strange and beautiful that she gave a gasp of surprise. The high marble wall extended all around the place and shut out all the rest of the world. And here were marble houses of curious forms, most of them resembling overturned kettles but with delicate slender spires and minarets running far up into the sky. The streets were paved with white marble and in front of each house was a lawn of rich green clover. Everything was as neat as wax, the green and white contrasting prettily together.
But the rabbit people were, after all, the most amazing things Dorothy saw. The streets were full of them, and their costumes were so splendid that the rich dress of the Keeper of the Wicket was commonplace when compared with the others. Silks and satins of delicate hues seemed always used for material, and nearly every costume sparkled with exquisite gems.
But the lady rabbits outshone the gentlemen rabbits in splendor, and the cut of their gowns was really wonderful. They wore bonnets, too, with feathers and jewels in them, and some wheeled baby carriages in which the girl could see wee bunnies. Some were lying asleep while others lay sucking their paws and looking around them with big pink eyes.
As Dorothy was no bigger in size than the grown-up rabbits she had a chance to observe them closely before they noticed her presence. Then they did not seem at all alarmed, although the little girl naturally became the center of attraction and regarded her with great curiosity.
“Make way!” cried the Keeper of the Wicket, in a pompous voice; “make way for Princess Dorothy, who comes from Ozma of Oz.”
Hearing this announcement, the throng of rabbits gave place to them on the walks, and as Dorothy passed along they all bowed their heads respectfully.
Walking thus through several handsome streets they came to a square in the center of the City. In this square were some pretty trees and a statue in bronze of Glinda the Good, while beyond it were the portals of the Royal Palacean extensive and imposing building of white marble covered with a filigree of frosted gold.

Chapter 20. How dorothy lunched with a king.

A line of rabbit soldiers was drawn up before the palace entrance, and they wore green and gold uniforms with high shakos upon their heads and held tiny spears in their hands. The Captain had a sword and a white plume in his shako.
“Salute!” called the Keeper of the Wicket. “Salute Princess Dorothy, who comes from Ozma of Oz!”
“Salute!” yelled the Captain, and all the soldiers promptly saluted.
They now entered the great hall of the palace, where they met a gaily dressed attendant, from whom the Keeper of the Wicket inquired if the King were at leisure.
“I think so,” was the reply. “I heard his Majesty blubbering and wailing as usual only a few minutes ago. If he doesn`t stop acting like a cry-baby I`m going to resign my position here and go to work.”
“What`s the matter with your King?” asked Dorothy, surprised to hear the rabbit attendant speak so disrespectfully of his monarch.
“Oh, he doesn`t want to be King, that`s all; and he simply HAS to,” was the reply.
“Come!” said the Keeper of the Wicket, sternly; “lead us to his Majesty; and do not air our troubles before strangers, I beg of you.”
“Why, if this girl is going to see the King, he`ll air his own troubles,” returned the attendant.
“That is his royal privilege,” declared the Keeper.
So the attendant led them into a room all draped with cloth-of-gold and furnished with satin-covered gold furniture. There was a throne in this room, set on a dais and having a big, cushioned seat, and on this seat reclined the Rabbit King. He was lying on his back, with his paws in the air, and whining very like a puppy-dog.
“Your Majesty! your Majesty! Get up. Here`s a visitor,” called out the attendant.
The King rolled over and looked at Dorothy with one watery pink eye. Then he sat up and wiped his eyes carefully with a silk handkerchief and put on his jeweled crown, which had fallen off.
“Excuse my grief, fair stranger,” he said, in a sad voice. “You behold in me the most miserable monarch in all the world. What time is it, Blinkem?”
“One o`clock, your Majesty,” replied the attendant to whom the question was addressed.
“Serve luncheon at once!” commanded the King. “Luncheon for twothat`s for my visitor and meand see that the human has some sort of food she`s accustomed to.”
“Yes, your Majesty,” answered the attendant, and went away.
“Tie my shoe, Bristle,” said the King to the Keeper of the Wicket. “Ah me! how unhappy I am!”
“What seems to be worrying your Majesty?” asked Dorothy.
“Why, it`s this king business, of course,” he returned, while the Keeper tied his shoe. “I didn`t want to be King of Bunnybury at all, and the rabbits all knew it. So they elected meto save themselves from such a dreadful fate, I supposeand here I am, shut up in a palace, when I might be free and happy.”
“Seems to me,” said Dorothy, “it`s a great thing to be a King.”
“Were you ever a King?” inquired the monarch.
“No,” she answered, laughing.
“Then you know nothing about it,” he said. “I haven`t inquired who you are, but it doesn`t matter. While we`re at luncheon, I`ll tell you all my troubles. They`re a great deal more interesting than anything you can say about yourself.”
“Perhaps they are, to you,” replied Dorothy.
“Luncheon is served!” cried Blinkem, throwing open the door, and in came a dozen rabbits in livery, all bearing trays which they placed upon the table, where they arranged the dishes in an orderly manner.
“Now clear outall of you!” exclaimed the King. “Bristle, you may wait outside, in case I want you.”
When they had gone and the King was alone with Dorothy he came down from his throne, tossed his crown into a corner and kicked his ermine robe under the table.
“Sit down,” he said, “and try to be happy. It`s useless for me to try, because I`m always wretched and miserable. But I`m hungry, and I hope you are.”
“I am,” said Dorothy. “I`ve only eaten a wheelbarrow and a piano to-dayoh, yes! and a slice of bread and butter that used to be a door-mat.”
“That sounds like a square meal,” remarked the King, seating himself opposite her; “but perhaps it wasn`t a square piano. Eh?”
Dorothy laughed.
“You don`t seem so very unhappy now,” she said.
“But I am,” protested the King, fresh tears gathering in his eyes. “Even my jokes are miserable. I`m wretched, woeful, afflicted, distressed and dismal as an individual can be. Are you not sorry for me?”
“No,” answered Dorothy, honestly, “I can`t say I am. Seems to me that for a rabbit you`re right in clover. This is the prettiest little city I ever saw.”
“Oh, the city is good enough,” he admitted. “Glinda, the Good Sorceress, made it for us because she was fond of rabbits. I don`t mind the City so much, although I wouldn`t live here if I had my choice. It is being King that has absolutely ruined my happiness.”
“Why wouldn`t you live here by choice?” she asked.
“Because it is all unnatural, my dear. Rabbits are out of place in such luxury. When I was young I lived in a burrow in the forest. I was surrounded by enemies and often had to run for my life. It was hard getting enough to eat, at times, and when I found a bunch of clover I had to listen and look for danger while I ate it. Wolves prowled around the hole in which I lived and sometimes I didn`t dare stir out for days at a time. Oh, how happy and contented I was then! I was a real rabbit, as nature made mewild and free!and I even enjoyed listening to the startled throbbing of my own heart!”
“I`ve often thought,” said Dorothy, who was busily eating, “that it would be fun to be a rabbit.”
“It IS funwhen you`re the genuine article,” agreed his Majesty. “But look at me now! I live in a marble palace instead of a hole in the ground. I have all I want to eat, without the joy of hunting for it. Every day I must dress in fine clothes and wear that horrible crown till it makes my head ache. Rabbits come to me with all sorts of troubles, when my own troubles are the only ones I care about. When I walk out I can`t hop and run; I must strut on my rear legs and wear an ermine robe! And the soldiers salute me and the band plays and the other rabbits laugh and clap their paws and cry out: `Hail to the King!` Now let me ask you, as a friend and a young lady of good judgment: isn`t all this pomp and foolishness enough to make a decent rabbit miserable?”
“Once,” said Dorothy, reflectively, “men were wild and unclothed and lived in caves and hunted for food as wild beasts do. But they got civ`lized, in time, and now they`d hate to go back to the old days.”
“That is an entirely different case,” replied the King. “None of you Humans were civilized in one lifetime. It came to you by degrees. But I have known the forest and the free life, and that is why I resent being civilized all at once, against my will, and being made a King with a crown and an ermine robe. Pah!”
“If you don`t like it, why don`t you resign?” she asked.
“Impossible!” wailed the Rabbit, wiping his eyes again with his handkerchief. “There`s a beastly law in this town that forbids it. When one is elected a King, there`s no getting out of it.”
“Who made the laws?” inquired Dorothy.
“The same Sorceress who made the townGlinda the Good. She built the wall, and fixed up the City, and gave us several valuable enchantments, and made the laws. Then she invited all the pink-eyed white rabbits of the forest to come here, after which she left us to our fate.”
“What made you `cept the invitation, and come here?” asked the child.
“I didn`t know how dreadful city life was, and I`d no idea I would be elected King,” said he, sobbing bitterly. “Andandnow I`m Itwith a capital Iand can`t escape!”
“I know Glinda,” remarked Dorothy, eating for dessert a dish of charlotte russe, “and when I see her again, I`ll ask her to put another King in your place.”
“Will you? Will you, indeed?” asked the King…