The Collected Works of L. Frank Baum (Illustrated). L. Frank Baum

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      “You must be a’most starved!” said Aunt Em.

      “No,” said Dorothy, “I’m not hungry. I had a wheelbarrow and a piano for breakfast, and lunched with a King.”

      “Ah!” exclaimed the Wizard, nodding with a bright smile. “So you’ve been having adventures again.”

      “She’s stark crazy!” cried Aunt Em. “Whoever heard of eating a wheelbarrow?”

      “It wasn’t very big,” said Dorothy; “and it had a zuzu wheel.”

      “And I ate the crumbs,” said Billina, soberly.

      “Sit down and tell us about it,” begged the Wizard. “We’ve hunted for you all day, and at last I noticed your footsteps in this path—and the tracks of Billina. We found the path by accident, and seeing it only led to two places I decided you were at either one or the other of those places. So we made camp and waited for you to return. And now, Dorothy, tell us where you have been—to Bunbury or to Bunnybury?”

      “Why, I’ve been to both,” she replied; “but first I went to Utensia, which isn’t on any path at all.”

      She then sat down and related the day’s adventures, and you may be sure Aunt Em and Uncle Henry were much astonished at the story.

      “But after seeing the Cuttenclips and the Fuddles,” remarked her uncle, “we ought not to wonder at anything in this strange country.”

      “Seems like the only common and ordinary folks here are ourselves,” rejoined Aunt Em, diffidently.

      “Now that we’re together again, and one reunited party,” observed the Shaggy Man, “what are we to do next?”

      “Have some supper and a night’s rest,” answered the Wizard promptly, “and then proceed upon our journey.”

      “Where to?” asked the Captain General.

      “We haven’t visited the Rigmaroles or the Flutterbudgets yet,” said Dorothy. “I’d like to see them—wouldn’t you?”

      “They don’t sound very interesting,” objected Aunt Em. “But perhaps they are.”

      “And then,” continued the little Wizard, “we will call upon the Tin Woodman and Jack Pumpkinhead and our old friend the Scarecrow, on our way home.”

      “That will be nice!” cried Dorothy, eagerly.

      “Can’t say THEY sound very interesting, either,” remarked Aunt Em.

      “Why, they’re the best friends I have!” asserted the little girl, “and you’re sure to like them, Aunt Em, ‘cause EVER’body likes them.”

      By this time twilight was approaching, so they ate the fine supper which the Wizard magically produced from the kettle and then went to bed in the cozy tents.

      They were all up bright and early next morning, but Dorothy didn’t venture to wander from the camp again for fear of more accidents.

      “Do you know where there’s a road?” she asked the little man.

      “No, my dear,” replied the Wizard; “but I’ll find one.”

      After breakfast he waved his hand toward the tents and they became handkerchiefs again, which were at once returned to the pockets of their owners. Then they all climbed into the red wagon and the Sawhorse inquired:

      “Which way?”

      “Never mind which way,” replied the Wizard. “Just go as you please and you’re sure to be right. I’ve enchanted the wheels of the wagon, and they will roll in the right direction, never fear.”

      As the Sawhorse started away through the trees Dorothy said:

      “If we had one of those new-fashioned airships we could float away over the top of the forest, and look down and find just the places we want.”

      “Airship? Pah!” retorted the little man, scornfully. “I hate those things, Dorothy, although they are nothing new to either you or me. I was a balloonist for many years, and once my balloon carried me to the Land of Oz, and once to the Vegetable Kingdom. And once Ozma had a Gump that flew all over this kingdom and had sense enough to go where it was told to—which airships won’t do. The house which the cyclone brought to Oz all the way from Kansas, with you and Toto in it—was a real airship at the time; so you see we’ve got plenty of experience flying with the birds.”

      “Airships are not so bad, after all,” declared Dorothy. “Some day they’ll fly all over the world, and perhaps bring people even to the Land of Oz.”

      “I must speak to Ozma about that,” said the Wizard, with a slight frown. “It wouldn’t do at all, you know, for the Emerald City to become a way-station on an airship line.”

      “No,” said Dorothy, “I don’t s’pose it would. But what can we do to prevent it?”

      “I’m working out a magic recipe to fuddle men’s brains, so they’ll never make an airship that will go where they want it to go,” the Wizard confided to her. “That won’t keep the things from flying, now and then, but it’ll keep them from flying to the Land of Oz.”

      Just then the Sawhorse drew the wagon out of the forest and a beautiful landscape lay spread before the travelers’ eyes. Moreover, right before them was a good road that wound away through the hills and valleys.

      “Now,” said the Wizard, with evident delight, “we are on the right track again, and there is nothing more to worry about.”

      “It’s a foolish thing to take chances in a strange country,” observed the Shaggy Man. “Had we kept to the roads we never would have been lost. Roads always lead to some place, else they wouldn’t be roads.”

      “This road,” added the Wizard, “leads to Rigmarole Town. I’m sure of that because I enchanted the wagon wheels.”

      Sure enough, after riding along the road for an hour or two they entered a pretty valley where a village was nestled among the hills. The houses were Munchkin shaped, for they were all domes, with windows wider than they were high, and pretty balconies over the front doors.

      Aunt Em was greatly relieved to find this town “neither paper nor patchwork,” and the only surprising thing about it was that it was so far distant from all other towns.

      As the Sawhorse drew the wagon into the main street the travelers noticed that the place was filled with people, standing in groups and seeming to be engaged in earnest conversation. So occupied with themselves were the inhabitants that they scarcely noticed the strangers at all. So the Wizard stopped a boy and asked:

      “Is this Rigmarole Town?”

      “Sir,” replied the boy, “if you have traveled very much you will have noticed that every town differs from every other town in one way or another and so by observing the methods of the people and the way they live as well as the style of their dwelling places it ought not to be a difficult СКАЧАТЬ