But I'm not, my piggy-wees; I'm a humbug wizard.
"Rubbish, nonsense, humbug!" exclaimed Nicholas, and he thought: "How charming this Natasha of mine is!
"He's only a humbug Wizard, though," said Dorothy, smiling at him.
"Oz can do some good tricks, humbug or no humbug," announced Zeb, who was now feeling more at ease.
"How are your brains?" enquired the little humbug, as he grasped the soft, stuffed hands of his old friend.
The first thing the little humbug did was to produce a tiny white piglet from underneath his hat and pretend to pull it apart, making two.
"The Wizard of Oz has always been a humbug," agreed Dorothy.