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"
I
should
think
Dyna
would
like
that
,
"
said
Dorothy
.
"
Well
,
she
does
n't
;
because
every
one
knows
it
is
n't
a
real
bear
,
but
just
a
hollow
skin
,
and
so
of
no
actual
use
in
the
world
except
for
a
rug
,
"
answered
the
Tin
Woodman
.
"
Therefore
I
believe
it
is
a
good
thing
that
all
the
Magic
Powder
of
Life
is
now
used
up
,
as
it
can
not
cause
any
more
trouble
.
"
"
Perhaps
you
're
right
,
"
said
the
shaggy
man
,
thoughtfully
.
At
noon
they
stopped
at
a
farmhouse
,
where
it
delighted
the
farmer
and
his
wife
to
be
able
to
give
them
a
good
luncheon
.
The
farm
people
knew
Dorothy
,
having
seen
her
when
she
was
in
the
country
before
,
and
they
treated
the
little
girl
with
as
much
respect
as
they
did
the
Emperor
,
because
she
was
a
friend
of
the
powerful
Princess
Ozma
.
They
had
not
proceeded
far
after
leaving
this
farm-house
before
coming
to
a
high
bridge
over
a
broad
river
.
This
river
,
the
Tin
Woodman
informed
them
,
was
the
boundary
between
the
Country
of
the
Winkies
and
the
territory
of
the
Emerald
City
.
The
city
itself
was
still
a
long
way
off
,
but
all
around
it
was
a
green
meadow
as
pretty
as
a
well-kept
lawn
,
and
in
this
were
neither
houses
nor
farms
to
spoil
the
beauty
of
the
scene
.
From
the
top
of
the
high
bridge
they
could
see
far
away
the
magnificent
spires
and
splendid
domes
of
the
superb
city
,
sparkling
like
brilliant
jewels
as
they
towered
above
the
emerald
walls
.
The
shaggy
man
drew
a
deep
breath
of
awe
and
amazement
,
for
never
had
he
dreamed
that
such
a
grand
and
beautiful
place
could
exist
--
even
in
the
fairyland
of
Oz
.
Polly
was
so
pleased
that
her
violet
eyes
sparkled
like
amethysts
,
and
she
danced
away
from
her
companions
across
the
bridge
and
into
a
group
of
feathery
trees
lining
both
the
roadsides
.
These
trees
she
stopped
to
look
at
with
pleasure
and
surprise
,
for
their
leaves
were
shaped
like
ostrich
plumes
,
their
feather
edges
beautifully
curled
;
and
all
the
plumes
were
tinted
in
the
same
dainty
rainbow
hues
that
appeared
in
Polychrome
's
own
pretty
gauze
gown
.
"
Father
ought
to
see
these
trees
,
"
she
murmured
;
"
they
are
almost
as
lovely
as
his
own
rainbows
.
"
