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It
was
lucky
for
Dorothy
,
I
think
,
that
the
storm
subsided
;
otherwise
,
brave
though
she
was
,
I
fear
she
might
have
perished
.
Many
children
,
in
her
place
,
would
have
wept
and
given
way
to
despair
;
but
because
Dorothy
had
encountered
so
many
adventures
and
come
safely
through
them
it
did
not
occur
to
her
at
this
time
to
be
especially
afraid
.
She
was
wet
and
uncomfortable
,
it
is
true
;
but
,
after
sighing
that
one
sigh
I
told
you
of
,
she
managed
to
recall
some
of
her
customary
cheerfulness
and
decided
to
patiently
await
whatever
her
fate
might
be
.
By
and
by
the
black
clouds
rolled
away
and
showed
a
blue
sky
overhead
,
with
a
silver
moon
shining
sweetly
in
the
middle
of
it
and
little
stars
winking
merrily
at
Dorothy
when
she
looked
their
way
.
The
coop
did
not
toss
around
any
more
,
but
rode
the
waves
more
gently
-
-
almost
like
a
cradle
rocking
-
-
so
that
the
floor
upon
which
Dorothy
stood
was
no
longer
swept
by
water
coming
through
the
slats
Seeing
this
,
and
being
quite
exhausted
by
the
excitement
of
the
past
few
hours
,
the
little
girl
decided
that
sleep
would
be
the
best
thing
to
restore
her
strength
and
the
easiest
way
in
which
she
could
pass
the
time
.
The
floor
was
damp
and
she
was
herself
wringing
wet
,
but
fortunately
this
was
a
warm
climate
and
she
did
not
feel
at
all
cold
.
So
she
sat
down
in
a
corner
of
the
coop
,
leaned
her
back
against
the
slats
,
nodded
at
the
friendly
stars
before
she
closed
her
eyes
,
and
was
asleep
in
half
a
minute
.
A
strange
noise
awoke
Dorothy
,
who
opened
her
eyes
to
find
that
day
had
dawned
and
the
sun
was
shining
brightly
in
a
clear
sky
.
She
had
been
dreaming
that
she
was
back
in
Kansas
again
,
and
playing
in
the
old
barn
-
yard
with
the
calves
and
pigs
and
chickens
all
around
her
;
and
at
first
,
as
she
rubbed
the
sleep
from
her
eyes
,
she
really
imagined
she
was
there
.
"
Kut
-
kut
-
kut
,
ka
-
daw
-
kut
!
Kut
-
kut
-
kut
,
ka
-
daw
-
kut
!
"
Ah
;
here
again
was
the
strange
noise
that
had
awakened
her
.
Surely
it
was
a
hen
cackling
!
But
her
wide
-
open
eyes
first
saw
,
through
the
slats
of
the
coop
,
the
blue
waves
of
the
ocean
,
now
calm
and
placid
,
and
her
thoughts
flew
back
to
the
past
night
,
so
full
of
danger
and
discomfort
.
Also
she
began
to
remember
that
she
was
a
waif
of
the
storm
,
adrift
upon
a
treacherous
and
unknown
sea
.
"
Kut
-
kut
-
kut
,
ka
-
daw
-
w
-
w
-
-
kut
!
"
"
What
’
s
that
?
"
cried
Dorothy
,
starting
to
her
feet
.
"
Why
,
I
’
ve
just
laid
an
egg
,
that
’
s
all
,
"
replied
a
small
,
but
sharp
and
distinct
voice
,
and
looking
around
her
the
little
girl
discovered
a
yellow
hen
squatting
in
the
opposite
corner
of
the
coop
.
