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When Dorothy was left alone she began to feel hungry. So she
 went to the cupboard and cut herself some bread, which she spread
 with butter. She gave some to Toto, and taking a pail from the
 shelf she carried it down to the little brook and filled it with
 clear, sparkling water. Toto ran over to the trees and began to
 bark at the birds sitting there. Dorothy went to get him, and saw
 such delicious fruit hanging from the branches that she gathered
 some of it, finding it just what she wanted to help out her breakfast.
 Then she went back to the house, and having helped herself and
 Toto to a good drink of the cool, clear water, she set about
 making ready for the journey to the City of Emeralds.
 Dorothy had only one other dress, but that happened to be
 clean and was hanging on a peg beside her bed. It was gingham,
 with checks of white and blue; and although the blue was somewhat
 faded with many washings, it was still a pretty frock. The girl
 washed herself carefully, dressed herself in the clean gingham,
 and tied her pink sunbonnet on her head. She took a little basket
 and filled it with bread from the cupboard, laying a white cloth
 over the top. Then she looked down at her feet and noticed how
 old and worn her shoes were.
 "They surely will never do for a long journey, Toto," she said.
 And Toto looked up into her face with his little black eyes and wagged
 his tail to show he knew what she meant.
 At that moment Dorothy saw lying on the table the silver shoes
 that had belonged to the Witch of the East.
 "I wonder if they will fit me," she said to Toto. "They would be
 just the thing to take a long walk in, for they could not wear out."
 She took off her old leather shoes and tried on the silver
 ones, which fitted her as well as if they had been made for her.
 Finally she picked up her basket.
 "Come along, Toto," she said. "We will go to the Emerald City
 and ask the Great Oz how to get back to Kansas again."
 She closed the door, locked it, and put the key carefully in
 the pocket of her dress. And so, with Toto trotting along soberly
 behind her, she started on her journey.
 There were several roads near by, but it did not take her long
 to find the one paved with yellow bricks. Within a short time she
 was walking briskly toward the Emerald City, her silver shoes
 tinkling merrily on the hard, yellow road-bed. The sun shone
 bright and the birds sang sweetly, and Dorothy did not feel
 nearly so bad as you might think a little girl would who had
 been suddenly whisked away from her own country and set down
 in the midst of a strange land.
 She was surprised, as she walked along, to see how pretty the
 country was about her. There were neat fences at the sides of the
 road, painted a dainty blue color, and beyond them were fields of
 grain and vegetables in abundance. Evidently the Munchkins were
 good farmers and able to raise large crops. Once in a while she
 would pass a house, and the people came out to look at her and bow
 low as she went by; for everyone knew she had been the means of
 destroying the Wicked Witch and setting them free from bondage.
 The houses of the Munchkins were odd-looking dwellings, for each
 was round, with a big dome for a roof. All were painted blue,
 for in this country of the East blue was the favorite color.
 Toward evening, when Dorothy was tired with her long walk and
 began to wonder where she should pass the night, she came to a
 house rather larger than the rest. On the green lawn before it
 many men and women were dancing. Five little fiddlers played as
 loudly as possible, and the people were laughing and singing,
 while a big table near by was loaded with delicious fruits and
 nuts, pies and cakes, and many other good things to eat.
 The people greeted Dorothy kindly, and invited her to supper and
 to pass the night with them; for this was the home of one of the
 richest Munchkins in the land, and his friends were gathered with
 him to celebrate their freedom from the bondage of the Wicked Witch.
 Dorothy ate a hearty supper and was waited upon by the rich
 Munchkin himself, whose name was Boq. Then she sat upon a settee
 and watched the people dance.
 When Boq saw her silver shoes he said, "You must be a great sorceress."
 "Why?" asked the girl.
 "Because you wear silver shoes and have killed the Wicked Witch.
 Besides, you have white in your frock, and only witches and sorceresses
 wear white."
 "My dress is blue and white checked," said Dorothy, smoothing
 out the wrinkles in it.
 "It is kind of you to wear that," said Boq. "Blue is the
 color of the Munchkins, and white is the witch color. So we know
 you are a friendly witch."
 Dorothy did not know what to say to this, for all the people
 seemed to think her a witch, and she knew very well she was only
 an ordinary little girl who had come by the chance of a cyclone
 into a strange land.
 When she had tired watching the dancing, Boq led her into
 the house, where he gave her a room with a pretty bed in it.
 The sheets were made of blue cloth, and Dorothy slept soundly in
 them till morning, with Toto curled up on the blue rug beside her.
 She ate a hearty breakfast, and watched a wee Munchkin baby,
 who played with Toto and pulled his tail and crowed and laughed in
 a way that greatly amused Dorothy. Toto was a fine curiosity to
 all the people, for they had never seen a dog before.
 "How far is it to the Emerald City?" the girl asked.
 "I do not know," answered Boq gravely, "for I have never been
 there. It is better for people to keep away from Oz, unless they
 have business with him. But it is a long way to the Emerald City,
 and it will take you many days. The country here is rich and
 pleasant, but you must pass through rough and dangerous places
 before you reach the end of your journey."
 This worried Dorothy a little, but she knew that only the
 Great Oz could help her get to Kansas again, so she bravely
 resolved not to turn back.
 She bade her friends good-bye, and again started along the road
 of yellow brick. When she had gone several miles she thought she
 would stop to rest, and so climbed to the top of the fence beside
 the road and sat down. There was a great cornfield beyond the fence,
 and not far away she saw a Scarecrow, placed high on a pole to keep
 the birds from the ripe corn.
 Dorothy leaned her chin upon her hand and gazed thoughtfully
 at the Scarecrow. Its head was a small sack stuffed with straw,
 with eyes, nose, and mouth painted on it to represent a face.
 An old, pointed blue hat, that had belonged to some Munchkin,
 was perched on his head, and the rest of the figure was a blue suit
 of clothes, worn and faded, which had also been stuffed with straw.
 On the feet were some old boots with blue tops, such as every man
 wore in this country, and the figure was raised above the stalks
 of corn by means of the pole stuck up its back.
 While Dorothy was looking earnestly into the queer, painted
 face of the Scarecrow, she was surprised to see one of the eyes
 slowly wink at her. She thought she must have been mistaken at first,
 for none of the scarecrows in Kansas ever wink; but presently the
 figure nodded its head to her in a friendly way. Then she climbed
 down from the fence and walked up to it, while Toto ran around the
 pole and barked.
 "Good day," said the Scarecrow, in a rather husky voice.
 "Did you speak?" asked the girl, in wonder.
 "Certainly," answered the Scarecrow. "How do you do?"
 "I'm pretty well, thank you," replied Dorothy politely.
 "How do you do?"
 "I'm not feeling well," said the Scarecrow, with a smile,
 "for it is very tedious being perched up here night and day to
 scare away crows."
 "Can't you get down?" asked Dorothy.
 "No, for this pole is stuck up my back. If you will please
 take away the pole I shall be greatly obliged to you."
 Dorothy reached up both arms and lifted the figure off the pole,
 for, being stuffed with straw, it was quite light.
 "Thank you very much," said the Scarecrow, when he had been
 set down on the ground. "I feel like a new man."
 Dorothy was puzzled at this, for it sounded queer to hear a
 stuffed man speak, and to see him bow and walk along beside her.
 "Who are you?" asked the Scarecrow when he had stretched
 himself and yawned. "And where are you going?"
 "My name is Dorothy," said the girl, "and I am going to the
 Emerald City, to ask the Great Oz to send me back to Kansas."
 "Where is the Emerald City?" he inquired. "And who is Oz?"
 "Why, don't you know?" she returned, in surprise.
 "No, indeed. I don't know anything. You see, I am stuffed,
 so I have no brains at all," he answered sadly.
 "Oh," said Dorothy, "I'm awfully sorry for you."
 "Do you think," he asked, "if I go to the Emerald City with you,
 that Oz would give me some brains?"
 "I cannot tell," she returned, "but you may come with me,
 if you like. If Oz will not give you any brains you will be
 no worse off than you are now."
 "That is true," said the Scarecrow. "You see," he continued
 confidentially, "I don't mind my legs and arms and body being
 stuffed, because I cannot get hurt. If anyone treads on my toes
 or sticks a pin into me, it doesn't matter, for I can't feel it.
 But I do not want people to call me a fool, and if my head stays
 stuffed with straw instead of with brains, as yours is, how am I
 ever to know anything?"
 "I understand how you feel," said the little girl, who was
 truly sorry for him. "If you will come with me I'll ask Oz to
 do all he can for you."
 "Thank you," he answered gratefully.
 They walked back to the road. Dorothy helped him over the
 fence, and they started along the path of yellow brick for the
 Emerald City.
 Toto did not like this addition to the party at first.
 He smelled around the stuffed man as if he suspected there
 might be a nest of rats in the straw, and he often growled
 in an unfriendly way at the Scarecrow.
 "Don't mind Toto," said Dorothy to her new friend.
 "He never bites."
 "Oh, I'm not afraid," replied the Scarecrow. "He can't hurt
 the straw. Do let me carry that basket for you. I shall not mind
 it, for I can't get tired. I'll tell you a secret," he continued,
 as he walked along. "There is only one thing in the world I am
 afraid of."
 "What is that?" asked Dorothy; "the Munchkin farmer who made you?"
 "No," answered the Scarecrow; "it's a lighted match."