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Said Dorothy: "I don't know how good his poetry is, but it seems to fit the notes, so that's all that can be 'xpected." "I like it," said Button-Bright, who was staring hard at the musicker, his little legs spread wide apart. To the surprise of his companions, the boy asked this long question: "If I swallowed a mouth-organ, what would I be?" "An organette," said the shaggy man.
"But come, my dears; I think the best thing we can do is to continue on our journey before Button-Bright swallows anything. We must try to find that Land of Oz, you know." Hearing this speech the musicker sang, quickly: If you go to the Land of Oz Please take me along, because On Ozma's birthday I'm anxious to play The loveliest song ever was.
"I have already done that," returned Ozma, "because I thought it would please you to favor them." "Did you 'vite the Musicker?" asked Button-Bright. "No; because he would be too noisy, and might interfere with the comfort of others. When music is not very good, and is indulged in all the time, it is better that the performer should be alone," said the Princess.
All were straying in an unknown land and had suffered more or less annoyance and discomfort; but they realized they were having a fairy adventure in a fairy country, and were much interested in finding out what would happen next. The Musicker About the middle of the forenoon they began to go up a long hill.
"Where?" asked Button-Bright. "I've forgotten, just now. But Mr. Da Capo is certainly a strange person isn't he? and p'r'aps he's the only one of his kind in all the world." This praise seemed to please the little fat musicker, for he swelled out his chest, looked important and sang as follows: I wear no band around me, And yet I am a band!
"Yes; if he had neighbors, they might do him an injury," responded the shaggy man. All this while the little fat musicker was breathing the notes: Tiddle-tiddle-iddle, oom, pom-pom, and they had to speak loud in order to hear themselves. The shaggy man said: "Who are you, sir?"
They came up and stood in a row, staring at him, and he stared back while the queer sounds came from him as before: Tiddle-iddle-iddle, oom pom-pom, Oom, pom-pom; oom pom-pom! Tiddle-widdle-iddle, oom pom-pom, Oom, pom-pom pah! "Why, he's a reg'lar musicker!" said Button-Bright. "What's a musicker?" asked Dorothy. "Him!" said the boy.
"I hope your Princess Ozma won't invite him to her birthday celebration," remarked the shaggy man; "for the fellow's music would drive her guests all crazy. You've given me an idea, Button-Bright; I believe the musicker must have swallowed an accordeon in his youth." "What's 'cordeon?" asked the boy. "It's a kind of pleating," explained Dorothy, putting down the dog.
"I like the Musicker's music," declared the boy, gravely. "But I don't," said Dorothy. "Well, there will be plenty of music at my celebration," promised Ozma; "so I've an idea Button-Bright won't miss the Musicker at all." Just then Polychrome danced in, and Ozma rose to greet the Rainbow's Daughter in her sweetest and most cordial manner.
"No thank you," said Dorothy; "we prefer to travel alone. But if I see Ozma I'll tell her you want to come to her birthday party." "Let's be going," urged the shaggy man, anxiously. Polly was already dancing along the road, far in advance, and the others turned to follow her. Toto did not like the fat musicker and made a grab for his chubby leg.
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