At first he had felt sorrow and remorse, but the more he thought about the unjust treatment he had received--unjust merely because he considered it so--the more he resented his arrest, blaming Ozma for making foolish laws and then punishing folks who broke them.

Only a six-leaved clover! A tiny green plant growing neglected and trampled under foot.

What harm could there be in picking it?
Ojo began to think Ozma must be a very bad and oppressive Ruler for such a lovely fairyland as Oz.

The Shaggy Man said the people loved her; but how could they?
The little Munchkin boy was so busy thinking these things--which many guilty prisoners have thought before him--that he scarcely noticed all the splendor of the city streets through which they passed.

Whenever they met any of the happy, smiling people, the boy turned his head away in shame, although none knew who was beneath the robe.
By and by they reached a house built just beside the great city wall, but in a quiet, retired place.