There are hundreds of the gentle Oz folk, who live in the little green cottages and bow politely when friends pass. There are the magnificent courtiers and palace servants, ready at a moment's notice to pass round lemonade, while the Scarecrow dishes out Oz-cream and cake. And last but not least there are the amusing animals who have come to live in the royal stables. No wonder everyone is anxious to visit the Emerald City. If I could just find a magic umbrella or a handy cyclone I would go myself. Why, it would be worth the journey just to hear the Cowardly Lion and Comfortable Camel talking together like old cronies. The Comfortable Camel and the Doubtful Dromedary were recently discovered by Sir Hokus of Pokes and Dorothy, and are comparative new comers in the Emerald City, but the Cowardly Lion was one of the very first of the Oz creatures to arrive at the capital and is a prime favorite with everyone from Princess Dorothy to the royal cook. [Illustration: IN THE PALACE THE SCARECROW DISHES OUT THE OZ-CREAM AND CAKE] But all the time I've been telling you this, the conversation under the breakfast tree has been growing more interesting. "I thought the Wizard of Oz gave you a large dose of courage when you first came here," drawled the camel, looking anxiously up at the Patchwork Girl, who was swinging head down from the breakfast tree. "He did," mourned the Cowardly Lion dreamily, "but it has worn off and, though he has tried and tried, he can't seem to mix up any more." "What is courage? Does it grow Like potatoes in a row? Don't ask me for I don't know!" shouted Scraps, the Patchwork Girl, diving suddenly from the tree top and bouncing upon the Doubtful Dromedary. Being stuffed with cotton made Scraps very daring. "I've a hunch," began the Comfortable Camel, very much relieved that the Patchwork Girl had fallen on his friend. "Where? On your back?" screamed Scraps, flinging her arms about his neck. "I've a hunch," continued the camel calmly, paying no attention at all to the Patchwork Girl, "that courage isn't the way you feel, but the way you act. As you always act bravely, why worry about the way you feel?" "But you never felt as frightened as I feel," objected the Cowardly Lion. "His knees do quake, His teeth do chatter, His big old heart goes pitter patter! But what's the odds-- Though stiff with fright He still can fight with mane and might!" cried Scraps, sitting down with a thud. "The more mane the more might," she finished brilliantly. "So rub some tonic on your brain And just increase your might and mane!" "I doubt that," mumbled the Doubtful Dromedary, looking at Scraps reprovingly. "There might be something in it," said the camel, chewing a wisp of grass in his slow precise fashion. "My mane _is_ a little thin," mused the Cowardly Lion, rubbing it thoughtfully with his paw.