"Why not?" she replied.
"Why, it is said that he never lets anyone come into his presence.
I have been to the Emerald City many times, and it is a beautiful and wonderful place;
but I have never been permitted to see the Great Oz, nor do I knwo of any living person who has been him."
"Does he never got out?" asked the Scarecrow.
"Never. He sits day after day in the great Thron Room of is Place,
and even those who wait upon him do not see him face to face."
"What is he like?" asked the girl.
"That is hard to tell," said the man thoughtfully.
"You see, Oz is a great Wizard, and can take on any form he wishes.
So that some say he lookes like a bird; and some say he looks like an elephant; and some say he looks like a cat.
To others he appears to a beautiful fairy, or a bronwine, or in any other form that pleases him.
But who the real Oz is, when he is in his own form, no living person can tell."
"That is strange," said Dorothy.
"but we must try, in some way, to see him, or we shall have made our journey for nothing."
"Why dio you wish to see the terrible Oz?" asked the man.
"I want him to give me some brains," said the Scarecrow eagerly.
"Oh, Oz could do that easily enough," declared the man. "He was more brians that he needs."
"And I want him to gave me a heart," said the Tin Woodman.
"That will not trouble him," continuted the man, "for Oz has a large collection of hearts, of all sizes and shapes."
"And I want him to give me courage," said the Cowardlt Lion.
"Oz keeps a great pot of courage in his Throne Room," said the man,
"which he has covered with a golden plate, to keep it from running over. He will be glad to give you some."
"And I want him to send me back to Kansas. " said Dorothy.