Ugu knows, of course, that we are after him, for he has seen our approach in the Magic Picture, and he has read of all we have done up to the present moment in the Great Book of Records.

Therefore we cannot expect to take him by surprise." "Don't you suppose Ugu would listen to reason ?" asked Betsy.

"If we explained to him how wicked he has been, don't you think he'd let poor Ozma go ?" "And give me back my dishpan ?" added the Cookie Cook eagerly.
"Yes, yes, won't he say he's sorry and get on his knees and beg our pardon ?" cried Scraps, turning a flip-flop to show her scorn of the suggestion.

"When Ugu the Shoemaker does that, please knock at the front door and let me know." The Wizard sighed and rubbed his bald head with a puzzled air.

"I'm quite sure Ugu will not be polite to us," said he, "so we must conquer this cruel magician by force, much as we dislike to be rude to anyone.
But none of you has yet suggested a way to do that.