"Why, as for that," remarked Dorothy, "if Yoop is a captive there's no need to beware of him.
"I don't see why we are told to beware the Yoop unless he is dangerous," observed the Scarecrow in a puzzled tone.
"Ah," said the Scarecrow, who was leading the way, "we must be near Yoop."
Yoop was so tall that our friends had to tip their heads way back to look into his face, and they noticed he was dressed all in pink velvet, with silver buttons and braid.
All the servants were there in the hall--all the dear friend--all the young ladies--the dancing-master who had just arrived; and there was such a scuffling, and hugging, and kissing, and crying, with the hysterical YOOPS
of Miss Swartz, the parlour-boarder, from her room, as no pen can depict, and as the tender heart would fain pass over.