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"
There
isn
’
t
any
path
,
"
asserted
Uncle
Henry
.
"
Then
we
’
d
better
go
back
to
the
signposts
,
and
make
sure
of
our
way
,
"
decided
Dorothy
.
But
after
they
had
gone
a
short
distance
farther
the
Sawhorse
,
who
had
overheard
their
conversation
,
stopped
and
said
:
"
Here
is
a
path
.
"
Sure
enough
,
a
dim
path
seemed
to
branch
off
from
the
road
they
were
on
,
and
it
led
across
pretty
green
meadows
and
past
leafy
groves
,
straight
toward
the
southwest
.
"
That
looks
like
a
good
path
,
"
said
Omby
Amby
.
"
Why
not
try
it
?
"
"
All
right
,
"
answered
Dorothy
.
"
I
’
m
anxious
to
see
what
the
Rigmaroles
are
like
,
and
this
path
ought
to
take
us
there
the
quickest
way
.
"
No
one
made
any
objection
to
this
plan
,
so
the
Sawhorse
turned
into
the
path
,
which
proved
to
be
nearly
as
good
as
the
one
they
had
taken
to
get
to
the
Fuddles
.
As
first
they
passed
a
few
retired
farm
houses
,
but
soon
these
scattered
dwellings
were
left
behind
and
only
the
meadows
and
the
trees
were
before
them
.
But
they
rode
along
in
cheerful
contentment
,
and
Aunt
Em
got
into
an
argument
with
Billina
about
the
proper
way
to
raise
chickens
.
"
I
do
not
care
to
contradict
you
,
"
said
the
Yellow
Hen
,
with
dignity
,
"
but
I
have
an
idea
I
know
more
about
chickens
than
human
beings
do
.
"
