“You shall be a Prince!” promised Ozma graciously, “and rule over one of our smaller Kingdoms. Prince Peter the First, how is that?” The celebrities waved and cheered at Ozma’s words, and Peter, seeing that everyone expected it, rose to make the most important speech of his life. “I’d like to stay and be a Prince,” said Peter slowly, “but you see, folks, I’m a pitcher and I couldn’t go back on the fellows and on my grandfather, so if your Majesty will just transport me to Philadelphia, why that will be reward enough.” “Spoken like a true and loyal Knight!” cried Sir Hokus, thumping on the table. “Good-night!” sighed Scraps, for she had taken a great fancy to Peter, and had rather hoped he would stay in Oz. [Illustration] “Would you like to go now?” asked Ozma, with a merry smile, for Ozma had a little plan of her own. Peter nodded a little bashfully, for it did seem a bit rude to want to leave so delightful a place and company, but he felt that he ought to get in a little practice for the game. So Ozma immediately put on her magic belt and, extending her right hand, said, imperiously: “I command you to transport this boy and the pirate’s gold to Philadelphia!” Instantly Peter vanished and the Ozites, running up the stairs two at a time, crowded round the magic picture in Ozma’s sitting room. “Show us Peter,” panted Ozma, for she was a little out of breath from her run. At her words the country scene in the picture faded and there _was_ Peter, sitting in the middle of a dusty ball field, with a bag of gold on each side, and a crowd of cheering boys around him. “I thought some of that gold might be real!” exclaimed Ozma, turning triumphantly to the Wizard. “Polacky must have been a real pirate before he sailed into the Nonestic Ocean and while I could not transport any of our gold or jewels to Philadelphia, two bags of the pirate’s gold were real.” “Oh! Won’t he have fun!” squealed Dorothy, giving Scraps a hug. That night Peter, sitting on the arm of his grandfather’s chair, had the pleasure of seeing in the evening paper the heading he had thought up himself: “Philadelphia Boy Finds Treasure and Saves the Emerald City of Oz.” Back in the Capital there were only a few things to settle now. The Silence Stone and Magic Cloak were carefully stored away in the emerald safe in the Wizard’s laboratory to be used in case of extreme danger or war. Kaliko was at once notified of Ruggedo’s capture and permitted to resume his place as King of the Gnomes.