"You can't have one of my dear little butterflies to treat in that way." "Then what in the world shall we do ?" asked Dorothy.
They all became silent and thoughtful.

No one spoke for a long time.
Then the Tin Woodman suddenly roused himself and said: "We must all go back to the Emerald City and ask Ozma's advice.

She's a wise little girl, our Ruler, and she may find a way to help Ojo save his Unc Nunkie." So the following morning the party started on the journey to the Emerald City, which they reached in due time without any important adventure.

It was a sad journey for Ojo, for without the wing of the yellow butterfly he saw no way to save Unc Nunkie--unless he waited six years for the Crooked Magician to make a new lot of the Powder of Life.
The boy was utterly discouraged, and as he walked along he groaned aloud.
"Is anything hurting you ?" inquired the Tin Woodman in a kindly tone, for the Emperor was with the party.
"I'm Ojo the Unlucky," replied the boy.

"I might have known I would fail in anything I tried to do." "Why are you Ojo the Unlucky ?" asked the tin man.
"Because I was born on a Friday." "Friday is not unlucky," declared the Emperor.