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Hour
after
hour
passed
away
,
and
slowly
Dorothy
got
over
her
fright
;
but
she
felt
quite
lonely
,
and
the
wind
shrieked
so
loudly
all
about
her
that
she
nearly
became
deaf
.
At
first
she
had
wondered
if
she
would
be
dashed
to
pieces
when
the
house
fell
again
;
but
as
the
hours
passed
and
nothing
terrible
happened
,
she
stopped
worrying
and
resolved
to
wait
calmly
and
see
what
the
future
would
bring
.
At
last
she
crawled
over
the
swaying
floor
to
her
bed
,
and
lay
down
upon
it
;
and
Toto
followed
and
lay
down
beside
her
.
In
spite
of
the
swaying
of
the
house
and
the
wailing
of
the
wind
,
Dorothy
soon
closed
her
eyes
and
fell
fast
asleep
.
She
was
awakened
by
a
shock
,
so
sudden
and
severe
that
if
Dorothy
had
not
been
lying
on
the
soft
bed
she
might
have
been
hurt
.
As
it
was
,
the
jar
made
her
catch
her
breath
and
wonder
what
had
happened
;
and
Toto
put
his
cold
little
nose
into
her
face
and
whined
dismally
.
Dorothy
sat
up
and
noticed
that
the
house
was
not
moving
;
nor
was
it
dark
,
for
the
bright
sunshine
came
in
at
the
window
,
flooding
the
little
room
.
She
sprang
from
her
bed
and
with
Toto
at
her
heels
ran
and
opened
the
door
.
The
little
girl
gave
a
cry
of
amazement
and
looked
about
her
,
her
eyes
growing
bigger
and
bigger
at
the
wonderful
sights
she
saw
.
The
cyclone
had
set
the
house
down
very
gently
--
for
a
cyclone
--
in
the
midst
of
a
country
of
marvelous
beauty
.
There
were
lovely
patches
of
greensward
all
about
,
with
stately
trees
bearing
rich
and
luscious
fruits
.
Banks
of
gorgeous
flowers
were
on
every
hand
,
and
birds
with
rare
and
brilliant
plumage
sang
and
fluttered
in
the
trees
and
bushes
.
A
little
way
off
was
a
small
brook
,
rushing
and
sparkling
along
between
green
banks
,
and
murmuring
in
a
voice
very
grateful
to
a
little
girl
who
had
lived
so
long
on
the
dry
,
gray
prairies
.
While
she
stood
looking
eagerly
at
the
strange
and
beautiful
sights
,
she
noticed
coming
toward
her
a
group
of
the
queerest
people
she
had
ever
seen
.
They
were
not
as
big
as
the
grown
folk
she
had
always
been
used
to
;
but
neither
were
they
very
small
.
In
fact
,
they
seemed
about
as
tall
as
Dorothy
,
who
was
a
well-grown
child
for
her
age
,
although
they
were
,
so
far
as
looks
go
,
many
years
older
.
Three
were
men
and
one
a
woman
,
and
all
were
oddly
dressed
.
They
wore
round
hats
that
rose
to
a
small
point
a
foot
above
their
heads
,
with
little
bells
around
the
brims
that
tinkled
sweetly
as
they
moved
.
The
hats
of
the
men
were
blue
;
the
little
woman
's
hat
was
white
,
and
she
wore
a
white
gown
that
hung
in
pleats
from
her
shoulders
.
Over
it
were
sprinkled
little
stars
that
glistened
in
the
sun
like
diamonds
.
The
men
were
dressed
in
blue
,
of
the
same
shade
as
their
hats
,
and
wore
well-polished
boots
with
a
deep
roll
of
blue
at
the
tops
.
The
men
,
Dorothy
thought
,
were
about
as
old
as
Uncle
Henry
,
for
two
of
them
had
beards
.
But
the
little
woman
was
doubtless
much
older
.
Her
face
was
covered
with
wrinkles
,
her
hair
was
nearly
white
,
and
she
walked
rather
stiffly
.
When
these
people
drew
near
the
house
where
Dorothy
was
standing
in
the
doorway
,
they
paused
and
whispered
among
themselves
,
as
if
afraid
to
come
farther
.
But
the
little
old
woman
walked
up
to
Dorothy
,
made
a
low
bow
and
said
,
in
a
sweet
voice
:
"
You
are
welcome
,
most
noble
Sorceress
,
to
the
land
of
the
Munchkins
.
We
are
so
grateful
to
you
for
having
killed
the
Wicked
Witch
of
the
East
,
and
for
setting
our
people
free
from
bondage
.
"
