the winged monkeys
you will remember there was no road?anot even a path- way?a between the castle of the wicked witd the emer- ald city. when the four travelers went in search of the witch she had seen them ing, and so sent the winged mo them to her. it was much harder to find their way back through the big fields of buttercups and yellow daisies than it was being carried. they knew, of course, they must ght east, toward the rising sun; and they started off in the right way. but at noon, when the sun was over their heads, they did not know which was east and which was west, and that was the reason they were lost in the great fields. they kept on walking, however, and at night the moon came out and shone brightly. so they lay down among the sweet smelling yellow flowers and slept soundly until m?aall but the scarecrow and the tin woodman.
the m the sun was behind a cloud, but they started on, as if they were quite sure which way they were go- ing.
"if we walk far enough," said dorothy, "i am sure we shall sometime e to some place.”
but day by day passed away, and they still saw nothing be- fore them but the scarlet fields. the scarecrow began to grumble a bit.
"we have surely lost our way," he said, "and unless we find it again in time to reach the emerald city, i shall never get my brains.”
"nor i my heart," declared the tin woodman. "it seems to me i scarcely wait till i get to oz, and you must admit this is a very long journey.”
"you see," said the cowardly lion, with a whimper, "i havent the ce to keep tramping forever, without getting anywhere at all.”
then dorothy lost heart. she sat down on the grass and looked at her panions, and they sat down and looked at her, and toto found that for the first time in his life he was too tired to chase a butterfly that flew past his head. so he put out his tongue and panted and looked at dorothy as if to ask what they should do .
"suppose we call the field mice," she suggested. "they could probably tell us the way to the emerald city.”
"to be sure they could," cried the scarecrow. "why didhink of that before?”
dorothy blew the little whistle she had always carried about her neck sihe queen of the mice had given it to her. in a few mihey heard the pattering of ti, and many of the small gray mice came running up to her. among them was the queen herself, who asked, in her squeaky little voice:
"what i do for my friends?”
"we have
（本章未完）