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"
"
I
think
so
,
too
,
"
agreed
Dorothy
.
"
But
what
shall
we
do
now
?
"
"
Stay
where
we
are
,
"
advised
the
yellow
hen
.
"
We
are
safe
from
the
Wheelers
until
we
starve
to
death
,
anyhow
;
and
before
that
time
comes
a
good
many
things
can
happen
.
"
After
an
hour
or
so
most
of
the
band
of
Wheelers
rolled
back
into
the
forest
,
leaving
only
three
of
their
number
to
guard
the
hill
.
These
curled
themselves
up
like
big
dogs
and
pretended
to
go
to
sleep
on
the
sands
;
but
neither
Dorothy
nor
Billina
were
fooled
by
this
trick
,
so
they
remained
in
security
among
the
rocks
and
paid
no
attention
to
their
cunning
enemies
.
Finally
the
hen
,
fluttering
over
the
mound
,
exclaimed
:
"
Why
,
here
’
s
a
path
!
"
So
Dorothy
at
once
clambered
to
where
Billina
sat
,
and
there
,
sure
enough
,
was
a
smooth
path
cut
between
the
rocks
.
It
seemed
to
wind
around
the
mound
from
top
to
bottom
,
like
a
cork
-
screw
,
twisting
here
and
there
between
the
rough
boulders
but
always
remaining
level
and
easy
to
walk
upon
.
Indeed
,
Dorothy
wondered
at
first
why
the
Wheelers
did
not
roll
up
this
path
;
but
when
she
followed
it
to
the
foot
of
the
mound
she
found
that
several
big
pieces
of
rock
had
been
placed
directly
across
the
end
of
the
way
,
thus
preventing
any
one
outside
from
seeing
it
and
also
preventing
the
Wheelers
from
using
it
to
climb
up
the
mound
.
Then
Dorothy
walked
back
up
the
path
,
and
followed
it
until
she
came
to
the
very
top
of
the
hill
,
where
a
solitary
round
rock
stood
that
was
bigger
than
any
of
the
others
surrounding
it
.
The
path
came
to
an
end
just
beside
this
great
rock
,
and
for
a
moment
it
puzzled
the
girl
to
know
why
the
path
had
been
made
at
all
.
But
the
hen
,
who
had
been
gravely
following
her
around
and
was
now
perched
upon
a
point
of
rock
behind
Dorothy
,
suddenly
remarked
:
"
It
looks
something
like
a
door
,
doesn
’
t
it
?
"
"
What
looks
like
a
door
?
"
enquired
the
child
.
