"This," said Princess Ozma, "is my friend Mr. H. M. Woggle-Bug, T. E., who assisted me one time when I was in great distress, and is now the Dean of the Royal College of Athletic Science."
"H. M.," said the Woggle-Bug, pompously, "means Highly Magnified; and T. E. means Thoroughly Educated.
Then came Professor Woggle-Bug, with a group of students from the Royal College of Scientific Athletics.
And the Woggle-Bug shall be the Public Accuser, because he is so learned that no one can deceive him.
And now, at a signal from Ozma, the Woggle-Bug arose and addressed the jury.
"Don't interrupt, little girl," said the Woggle-Bug.
"Is this a trial of thoughts, or of kittens?" demanded the Woggle-Bug.
"The criminal who now sits before the court licking her paws," resumed the Woggle-Bug, "has long desired to unlawfully eat the fat piglet, which was no bigger than a mouse.
"Your Highness," cried the Woggle-Bug, appealing to Ozma, "have I a mind's eye, or haven't I?"
"Very true," returned the Woggle-Bug, bowing.
"Very likely," acknowledged the Woggle-Bug.
If you can prove I'm guilty, I'll be willing to die nine times, but a mind's eye is no proof, because the Woggle-Bug has no mind to see with.