The doorkeeper took my ticket questionlessly; that supposed peril was past.

Several cities […] drove them out as incendiaries.

Before they went to see Glinda, however, they were taken to a room of the Castle, where Dorothy washed her face and combed her hair, and the Lion shook the dust out of his mane, and the Scarecrow patted himself into his best shape, and the Woodman polished his tin and oiled his joints. When they were all quite presentable they followed the soldier girl into a big room where the Witch Glinda sat upon a throne of rubies.

Michelle was of the opinion that all the best con artists were baby-faced, since that inspires trust in others.