But how are you going to do it ?" "That is what is puzzling me also, your Majesty," said the Sorceress.
"It may be dangerous for you to go into those strange countries, where the people are possibly fierce and warlike." "I am not afraid," said Ozma, with a smile.
"'Tisn't a question of being 'fraid," argued Dorothy.

"Of course we know you're a fairy, and can't be killed or hurt, and we know you've a lot of magic of your own to help you.

But, Ozma dear, in spite of all this you've been in trouble before, on account of wicked enemies, and it isn't right for the Ruler of all Oz to put herself in danger." "Perhaps I shall be in no danger at all," returned Ozma, with a little laugh.

"You mustn't imagine danger, Dorothy, for one should only imagine nice things, and we do not know that the Skeezers and Flatheads are wicked people or my enemies.

Perhaps they would be good and listen to reason." "Dorothy is right, your Majesty," asserted the Sorceress.