While the Scarecrow, with a long ladder from the garden, was helping those on the roof to get down, Snip was hurrying around the throne room helping those inside to get up, for the final jar as the castle settled had knocked everyone over--even Kabumpo. "Is this exciting enough for you?" asked Dorothy, crawling out from beneath a sofa. The Elegant Elephant groaned, but made no attempt to arise, and Dorothy, rushing over to Mombi, dragged her hurriedly to her feet. "Now that you've raised the castle," puffed the little girl determinedly, "suppose you transform the King and Pajuka!" "Mombi didn't raise the castle, I did it myself!" cried Snip delightedly. "You did!" gasped Kabumpo, rolling over in astonishment. "How?" Snip held up the empty can and, while Mombi glowered angrily, he explained his use of the marvelous baking powder. Tora's ears were still off so the poor tailor was as bewildered as ever, but Snip nodded to him encouragingly and had just finished his recital when the door in the hall burst open and Ozma, in a perfect flutter of excitement, swept into the throne room--Ozma and everyone who had accompanied her to Morrow. "The King!" gasped Ozma faintly, for she was rather short of breath. "Where is the King?" Her glance travelled in alarm from Mombi to Pajuka. The goose was waddling after Humpy. Paying no attention to the rise of the castle, the dummy was mounted on a chair in a last effort to capture Tora's ears. "Dorothy," wailed the sorely tried and tired little fairy, "where is my father?" "Here! Here!" honked Pajuka, doing his best to make Humpy turn 'round. "This is the King of Oz!" Dorothy, astonished though she was by Ozma's sudden entry, hastened to break the shock of her disappointment. "You must remember," she explained hastily, "he is not quite himself!" "He's bewitched--we're all bewitched!" groaned the goose, flapping his wings despairingly. "Well, who hit me with the castle?" demanded Scraps, staring around indignantly. "I told you the King was a dunce!" The little girls, Sir Hokus and the Wizard were regarding the stuffed man's actions with horror and dismay. "Are _you_ my father?" faltered Ozma, approaching the dummy timidly. "Why, where have you been all these years?" "In the pictures," answered Humpy in a matter-of-fact voice. With a final snatch he had captured the tailor's ears and was more interested in them than in his daughter. "I double for the stars, my dear. I fall and die and all that sort of thing. Ask Dorothy, she knows all about me." "He's been leading a double life," murmured the Scarecrow, looking solemnly at Sir Hokus of Pokes. Then, facing the King, he asked frankly, "Are you a dub or a double?" "He's bewitched, I tell you," puffed Pajuka, trying to get some attention. "Make her disenchant us!" He shot his neck angrily in Mombi's direction and immediately everyone's attention was directed to the old witch, whom the Elegant Elephant still guarded in the corner.