Their clothing was tight fitting and of brilliant colors, being handsomely embroidered in quaint designs with gold or silver threads; but on their feet they wore sandals with no stockings whatever.

The expression of their faces was pleasant enough, although they now showed surprise at the appearance of strangers so unlike themselves, and our friends thought they seemed quite harmless.
"I beg your pardon," said the Wizard, speaking for his party, "for intruding upon you uninvited, but we are traveling on important business and find it necessary to visit your city.

Will you kindly tell us by what name your city is called ?" They looked at one another uncertainly, each expecting some other to answer.

Finally, a short one whose heart-shaped body was very broad replied, "We have no occasion to call our city anything.

It is where we live, that is all." "But by what name do others call your city ?" asked the Wizard.
"We know of no others except yourselves," said the man.