Again the old one blew
himself out, and asked the young one if the Ox was as big as that.
Then the wind came and blew
away his hat; and off it flew a great way, over the hills and far away, so that he had to run after it; and when he came back she had bound up her hair again, and all was safe.
The pretty wax doll bade good-bye to the Princess Ozma and the others and stood on the platform while the Wizard blew
a big soap-bubble around her.