's hands and arms were as hard and
tough as the leather in his apron, and Dorothy thought Johnny Dooit
looked as if he had done a lot of hard work in his lifetime.

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"Good morning, Johnny," said the shaggy man. "Thank you for coming to me
so quickly."

"I never waste time," said the newcomer, promptly. "But what's happened
to you? Where did you get that donkey head? Really, I wouldn't have
known you at all, Shaggy Man, if I hadn't looked at your feet."

The shaggy man introduced Johnny Dooit to Dorothy and Toto and
Button-Bright and the Rainbow's Daughter, and told him the story of
their adventures, adding that they were anxious now to reach the Emerald
City in the Land of Oz, where Dorothy had friends who would take care of
them and send them safe home again.

"But," said he, "we find that we can't cross this desert, which turns
all living flesh that touches it into dust; so I have asked you to come
and help us."

Johnny Dooit puffed his pipe and looked carefully at the dreadful desert
in front of them--stretching so far away they could not see its end.

"You must ride," he said, briskly.

"What in?" asked the shaggy man.

"In a sand-boat, which has runners like a sled and sails like a ship.
The wind will blow you swiftly across the desert and the sand cannot
touch your flesh to turn it into dust."

"Good!" cried Dorothy, clapping her hands delightedly. "That was the way
the Magic Carpet took us across. We didn't have to touch the horrid sand
at all."

"But where is the sand-boat?" asked the shaggy man, looking all around
him.

"I'll make you one," said Johnny Dooit.

As he spoke he knocked the ashes from his pipe and put it in his pocket.
Then he unlocked the copper chest and lifted the lid, and Dorothy saw
it was full of shining tools of all sorts and shapes.

Johnny Dooit moved quickly now--so quickly that they were astonished at
the work he was able to accomplish. He had in his chest a tool for
everything he wanted to do, and these must have been magic tools because
they did their work so fast and so well.

The man hummed a little song as he worked, and Dorothy tried to listen
to it. She thought the words were something like these:

_The only way to do a thing
Is do it when you can,
And do it cheerfully, and sing
And work and think and plan.
The only real unhappy one
Is he who dares to shirk;
The only really happy one
Is he who cares to work._