"Someone's been at the jam again," quavered the doorman without looking at the buttons. "Oh, the Queen's in a fury--a fury--a fury!" At each fury he gave a little hop. "You said that before," observed Notta, looking around curiously. "A fury! A fury! A fury!" persisted the doorman, continuing to hop, and as each hop carried him farther away he was soon out of sight. "Wait!" cried Notta, lumbering after him, for his disguise made him clumsy. "Wait!" cried Bob Up, running after Notta. Down the long hall they both ran, and, turning suddenly, found themselves in a large, impressive throne room. The entire wall space was taken up by doors of every size and shape imaginable and before each door stood a doorman similar to the one they had already seen. In the center of the room were two magnificent thrones. On the first sat a large, handsome Queen and on the second a small nervous King. The King's crown was entirely made of china door knobs, mounted on gold bars, while the Queen's was made of many gold door keys. The Queen was looking at the buttons as Bob and Notta entered. "Buttons!" hissed her Majesty contemptuously. "What do buttons stand for?" "Us, your Highness!" replied Notta, bowing as low as his disguise would permit, and drawing Bob forward. The King twiddled his thumbs and recited: "B stands for buttons And B stands for bears, B stands for buttons and boy-- Bring two chairs!" "Nonsense!" thundered the Queen. The doormen hastily brought two chairs and Bob and Notta sat down. "I think he'll appreciate rule two," whispered the clown. "He's quite polite himself." "Theodore," said the Queen, her face beginning to work curiously, "Theodore, I believe they stole the jam. Bears and little boys are always stealing jam. And what right have they here without titles? Where are their titles?" "Adorable Queen," said the clown, half rising and pointing with his paw to the buttons, "those are the badges of our order. We belong, your Highness, to the ancient and honorable Order of Bachelors, and are at present lords of all we survey." "Do you believe that?" The Queen turned and squarely faced the King. "No!" said Theodore emphatically, turning to squarely face the Queen. "How could I, when there is no such place. Where is this All-we-survey?" he asked sternly. "Is it in Oz?" Notta was so surprised at the sudden turn the conversation had taken that he sat down with a thump. "He's a dorm!" screeched the Queen, her voice rising higher and higher. "He's a dorm--that's what he is!" "What's a dorm?" gasped Bob, so surprised that he forgot to be frightened. "A dorm is an animal that lies dormant in cold weather, like a bear or a 'possum, my dear Buttons," explained the King, shaking his finger at Bob, "but he's got no business here now." "I see it all," panted the Queen beginning to wave her arms. "He didn't come here to sleep but to steal! Theodore, he has stolen the jam!"