My magic is simply fairy magic, and not sorcery or wizardry." "All the same," said Dorothy, "I'm mighty glad you could make this tent appear, with our dinners and beds all ready for us." Ozma smiled.
"Yes, it is indeed wonderful," she agreed.

"Not all fairies know that sort of magic, but some fairies can do magic that fills me with astonishment.

I think that is what makes us modest and unassuming--the fact that our magic arts are divided, some being given each of us.

I'm glad I don't know everything, Dorothy, and that there still are things in both nature and in wit for me to marvel at." Dorothy couldn't quite understand this, so she said nothing more on the subject and presently had a new reason to marvel.

For when they had quite finished their meal table and contents disappeared in a flash.
"No dishes to wash, Ozma!" she said with a laugh.