The Scarecrow was now the ruler of the Emerald City,
and although he was not a Wizard the people were proud of him.
"For," they said, "there is not another city in all the world
that is ruled by a stuffed man." And, so far as they knew,
they were quite right.
The morning after the balloon had gone up with Oz, the
four travelers met in the Throne Room and talked matters over.
The Scarecrow sat in the big throne and the others stood
respectfully before him.
"We are not so unlucky," said the new ruler, "for this Palace
and the Emerald City belong to us, and we can do just as we please.
When I remember that a short time ago I was up on a pole in a farmer's
cornfield, and that now I am the ruler of this beautiful City, I am
quite satisfied with my lot."
"I also," said the Tin Woodman, "am well-pleased with my new heart;
and, really, that was the only thing I wished in all the world."
"For my part, I am content in knowing I am as brave as any
beast that ever lived, if not braver," said the Lion modestly.
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